Midoriya Izuku vs the Women of Sigma Epsilon Chi (SEX)

by darklogic

Izuku's ambition was to become the greatest hero, a true successor worthy of One for All. His goals did not include becoming the errand boy of a sorority, but it was a hurdle he was ready to overcome. Prepare for every harem trope to be subverted by adult drama. Welcome to adult reading with an actual plot.

6. The Games We Played

Midoriya Izuku vs. the Women of Sigma Epsilon Chi (S.E.X.)

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Chapter Six

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The Games We Played

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Present Day

Thursday, 1:30 PM, Japan Local Time

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Unaware that Toru watched his every move, listened to every word, Izuku talked Melissa through her stealthy masturbation in her somewhat isolated seat. She altered the call making it into a video-call. They got through the usual banter, admiring where she was and how much room she had to herself. First-class didn't have cabins, but they had little dividers, almost like cubicles.

"Now, tell me what you're wearing," from her tone and smile, Toru figured that was how their phone sex usually started.

He smiled so hard that he dimpled.

"You can see everything I'm wearing," Izuku gestured theatrically down across his button shirt and slacks. "All I see is a blanket."

"That's no fair," Melissa agreed. "Let me fix that for you." She lifted her blanket to show him her comfortable attire. It wasn't sexy, not some frilly lingerie or a tight bikini. It was the sort of outfit you'd expect her to travel in.

However, under that blanket, one thing was apparent.

Melissa loosened all the ties that bound her pants to her waist, making it easy for her to explore herself, to let her fingers wander wherever they wanted.

She was already wandering.

"Oh, wow," Izuku sat up, eyes wide, marveling at the forbidden sight Melissa showed him, the light on her phone illuminating what she was doing under her blanket and clothes.

Melissa trailed the phone further down, showing off her smooth midsection, a peek from where her blouse rumpled up while she relaxed, cozy in her reclining seat. She moved the camera and light while lifting her panties and waistband, showing off her trimmed blonde landing strip and the glistening pink just beyond the horizon of her pale skin, obscured by the down-facing angle, enticing without showing everything.

"Do you like what you see?" She whispered while thrumming her fingers up under the lacy panties as if that were what she was showing off for him, not what her fingers slid against underneath.

"That is an amazing view," Izuku marveled. He ran his tongue across his upper lip, flicking it as if in anticipation of what he'd do to Melissa later.

"Want an even better one?" she teased.

"You know I do," Izuku stopped talking when the camera moved again. Melissa spread her legs as she guided the phone to look up at her from below, letting him watch her tease herself, obscured by lace that barely concealed anything. She adjusted her hips, letting her pants slide further down her thighs so she could spread her legs under the blanket.

"Don't leave me hanging, Izuku," Melissa whispered, but her voice carried through as if she pressed her mouth against the phone. She adjusted the device in her hand while peering down, and Toru spotted the earpiece she wore, one that pressed against her face just in front of her ear, transmitting sound directly through her bones.

All Melissa needed to do was whisper, and Izuku would hear her as if she were nibbling on his ear. From the silly smile on his face, he was picturing that or possibly something even more intimate. Toru didn't hear any of the ambient noise from the cabin. Melissa's tech canceled out the droning wind-friction, the engines roaring outside, even the air conditioning blowing one of Melissa's hairs this way and that.

"You're so fucking gorgeous, Melissa," Izuku sighed with a smile.

Toru almost whimpered, wondering if he'd ever say that to her again. He didn't use the word beautiful. She hoped, in some secret part of her, that he reserved that word for her.

"Thanks, but that's not what I meant," Melissa replied with a smirk as she pulled the phone up, disrupting his view of her weeping pussy. "I want as good as I give. Show me your lap. I want to see if you've been playing with yourself."

"I'm stroking myself for you, and you know it," he said with a smirk. It was true in a sense. His hand ran longingly across his bulge, smoothly pressing it across his thigh as it grew, pulsing its way over his leg. "I can't help it. you turn me on so much."

She hummed in contentment. "That sounds wonderful," Melissa mused. "I like the idea of you losing control with me, showing me that you have to give in to your instincts. I'd let you, you know. You can do whatever you want with me," her whisper became feral, husky, with each passing word.

"Get me alone, Melissa, and I'll show you how wild you make me," he promised her. Toru believed him.

Melissa pouted. "Lower the camera. I want to see what you have for me."

Izuku smirked as he panned the phone down across his chest, abs rising and falling with each breath, before finally displaying the thick snake hiding, straining the fabric of his slacks. "Like what you see?" he asked in a tone that wasn't truly a question. It was a challenge: I know you like what you see.

Melissa giggled before breathing in with shock. "I knew it! I knew you were still fully dressed!"

Izuku pooped the phone back up to meet him eye to eye. "That wasn't the reaction I was going for," he admitted.

"It's no fair," Melissa smiled teasingly. "I'm stripping, stroking myself, writhing here on this luxurious almost-bed for you, and the most your doing is petting yourself over your clothes!"

Izuku laughed. His teeth shone like fresh pearls. "Are you at least going to tell me I look nice?"

Melissa smirked. "You look wonderful. You always do. You're handsome, and stacked, and hung like a horse, and yes, you clean up nice and finally have some fashion sense. Now, show me the goods, or I'm putting mine away!"

Izuku sat up, eyes wide, but his laughter, nervous as it was, told Toru he wasn't upset even a bit. "Melissa! I'm in All Might's Apartment! I can't do that here."

Melissa pouted. "Then I just don't have enough to push me to the edge," she released a puff of air that blew away a stray bit of hair from her face. "I guess I need to stop, then, and just have a simple sweet conversation with you."

Izuku smirked. "I can do simple and sweet."

Melissa groaned behind thin lips, pressed hard against each other in frustration. "Please," she whimpered. "Please, I just need a little something."

Damn, Toru thought. She's just as thirsty for him as we all were, are, whatever! She's going to have him to herself, and she can't even wait till she arrives to take the first bite!

Izuku's smile could charm the clothes off a nun. "What did you have in mind?"

Melissa's pout broke just a bit as a smile peaked through. "I think you owe me a good story, at least."

Izuku leaned back, throwing a hand behind his head. He looked so relaxed, so calm and confident in his sex appeal. Toru bit her lip, imagining what it would be like to use her teeth and unbutton his shirt for him. "So, how will this work? You're on a plane. My stories take a bit of time. Won't someone check on you, see you?"

Like they saw us on the train, Izuku, Toru thought with a grin, relishing that she took him down to his balls, still feeling the echo of him inside her, that incredible discomfort that accompanied one of Izuku's stretching sessions.

"Oh, I have lots of privacy, especially now that I've pressed the do-not-disturb button," she gestured to the orange-lit button with a flourish of her fingers, glistening with traces of her excitement. "So, since I'm not getting a show, I'll have to touch myself while you tell me one of your stories. You know I love those. But," she raised a finger insistently. "Since I can see you, I could go for some visual stimulation too. You're way overdressed."

Toru agreed. Melissa was right. Take it off, Izuku, slowly.

Izuku laughed, low, rumbling, masculine. "I just got dressed for you, and now you want me to take it all off?"

Yes! Everything! All of it! Toru wanted to find a stack of cash and make it rain.

Melissa licked her lips. "Not all, but yes. Slowly."

Oh, poo. However, slowly is still good, Toru admitted.

Izuku's expression shifted, becoming contemplative. "How about I tell you about the last time I had sex?"

Toru almost gasped. Was he going to tell her about the two of them on the train? Staring at him, she examined his face for even a tic of nervousness.

A hard swallow. If someone didn't know better, that could be confused for arousal. Toru, however, knew better.

Melissa narrowed her eyes. "Was it a threesome?"

Izuku tried to keep his face neutral, but the smirk came unbidden. "No."

Melissa sighed. "I need more than that right now. Give me something I can sink my teeth into, like a threesome! Please?"

Damn, Toru thought. Does Melissa have a kink for group sex?

Izuku reached down and slowly undid his top button before continuing to the next. He unclasped one after another, showing off his chest and abs but leaving the shirt on, draped over most of his sculpted torso.

"Oh, yes," Melissa moaned when Izuku slid his hand tantalizing across the opening in his shirt, dragging the fabric apart, leaving a broader canvas for her lust-filled gaze. "You have no idea how lucky you make me feel, Izuku."

Izuku smiled sweetly, a soft rosy color rising in his cheeks. "You make me feel lucky, Melissa. I'm so happy you're on your way. I can't wait to hold you."

Melissa blew him a kiss. "I feel the same way, lover. Right now, though, I need dirty. Can you tell me something dirty? Something where you leave two pairs of legs quivering, two women moaning, and at least two," she bit her lower lip. "I want to hear about two pairs of quivering lips leaking your seed after you filled them overflowing. Anything more than that? Optional. However, you know me. Don't make it up. Make me jealous. I want to burn with envy. Can you do that for me, lover? Can you put on a show for me and conquer the world?"

Holy shit, Toru thought, she's into him telling stories like I am. The only difference is he makes up stories when I ask him to. She wants to hear about us! Real things he did! Oh god, she must already know everything!

"I don't want to talk about my last threesome, hell, not even the one before that, not yet, but how about," Izuku paused.

Melissa licked across her teeth. "I know I've heard this one already, but tell me about the time you all played musical chairs. That was one of the games you liked, wasn't it?"

Musical chairs? Oh, fuck, that was one of our kinky game nights! How much does she know? Toru didn't let herself wade back into that memory, though it beckoned her. Maybe later.

Much later, she told herself.

Izuku winced. "That memory has a lot of Momo in it, Melissa. I don't want to think about her right now."

Toru marveled at that. He confessed to Momo but now didn't want to even think about her. What happened between them?

Melissa sighed before giving him a kind, understanding smile. "I understand. Think of something else, something to get your mind off all that. Try to search for something fun and kinky to share with me."

Izuku's smile was mischievous. "I've got one. It was one of my better days, yeah, before things got, well, difficult."

"Oh?" Melissa's interest was obvious. Toru could almost smell her arousal.

"How about I tell you about the first time I gave the girls erotic massages?" he offered.

Toru remembered that day fondly. It was one of her favorite memories from all her time at UA.

"Interesting," Melissa peered at Izuku with curious but hesitant arousal. "That sounds a bit tamer than what I was hoping for."

His smile promised his prey that he would devour her soon. "Don't worry. I fucked them too."

Melissa's eyes widened with excitement while she scooted around, getting more comfortable. "That's better. So, set the scene for me. Please?"

Izuku wove the tale so well that Toru marveled at how vividly he recalls it. His perspective filled in details that she missed, but luckily, she was there that day.

Was it a threesome like Melissa asked for? No. Not at first, at least.

It was, however, enough consecutive sex that it counted.

It was fairly early during Izuku's stay at the Sorority. He was still a household secret for the Freshman class, a conspiracy within the sisterhood, a camaraderie they shared in solidarity against their older sisters.

Like a leaky faucet, they shared the secret one drop at a time: their gay roommate upstairs was actually their arrow-straight manwhore.

Izuku set up a table in the upstairs living room. The place was smaller than the common room near the kitchen, but it afforded significantly more privacy. There were no windows someone could casually walk past, so that helped. To add to the ambiance, Izuku curtained off a corner of the room. Once you passed through those curtains, the light dimmed, blocked by the thick black sheets he used. Candles decorated the sequestered space, placed carefully on the inside edges of the tables he set up. The scented oils of his collection filled the air with an aura of calm.

Toru remembered waiting for her turn on the couch. They were volunteers for Izuku to practice on. They were eager. Hot guy. Strong hands. Free massage. What wasn't to like?

They decided the order based on who signed up for it. Itsuka, Ochako, Setsuna, Tsuyu, and Toru would each get a full massage session in that order. Izuku booked them in like an official spa and even served them some water from a large cooler with fruit floating in it. He set up his phone to play soothing music in the waiting area.

It was cute.

Toru, having four hours to spare, could have done many things other than wait around. She could have left to do some homework. If she wanted, she could head downstairs to mingle with the other girls or even just go to her room for a nap.

Those options were boring. Toru decided to spy.

First, Izuku welcomed Itsuka in. She walked in wearing a robe, nude underneath. Izuku gave her a semblance of privacy while helping her onto the table, lifting the towel she would rest under until she could slip out of the robe without doing it directly under his eyes. Then she settled, face down, resting her head on the circular pillow that afforded her a view of the dark floor beneath the padded table.

Izuku described the massage in exquisite detail, enough that he impressed Toru with his memory. He started in his retelling to Melissa's the same way he did in Toru's recollection. He focused on what Itsuka needed by massaging her hands. Her moans immediately filled the air as the tension she refused to acknowledge melted from her palms and fingers.

He moved in waves, chasing the tension up her arms, around her shoulders, before descending across her back. Her moans were tantalizing. Ascending to her neck, he moved all the tension in her body down into her sculpted ass.

Then Izuku attacked.

He kneaded her glutes like dough, working into her with his hands, digging his thumbs in.

Itsuka's moan wasn't just from a sense of relaxation.

Izuku chuckled. "You do a lot of squats, don't you?"

Itsuka laughed a bit. "Yeah, but they've never made me feel like this."

Izuku worked her tension out using his elbows. Itsuka moaned on the cliff of agony but panted, craving more. Izuku's smirk lit something inside Toru while she watched. This wasn't the face of a sweet gay friend, the act he put on for the sake of their secret. This was the prideful grin of a man claiming a mate, zeroing in for the kill.

He moved all the tension in her body down into her feet before annihilating it. Itsuka groaned, writhing under his powerful fingers. He hungrily devoured her, drinking in her pleasure like an oil-slicked incubus. His nostrils flared with her sent.

Toru smelled it too. Itsuka squirmed, helplessly aroused. Even with scented oil masking her, the air was thick with her sex.

He moved up her legs, slowly spreading then apart as he ascended to her ass. The towel covering her gave way as he kneaded into her from below. Her legs twitched as he got closer and closer to her epicenter.

Toru almost gasped when his thumbs dipped down to trap her lips between them, squeezing her pussy as he kneaded up, behind her, away from her clit, through her most hidden areas as he grazed past her asshole.

Itsuka's moan didn't tell him to stop but to continue. Izuku's smile, the gleam in his eye, was unlike any expression Toru saw on his face before. If Itsuka saw him this way, she'd know this wasn't just innocent touching by their gay roommate.

Toru stiffened. Did Itsuka already know that? Who else knew?

To Toru's surprise, and from Itsuka's frustrated moan, hers as well, Izuku let go of Itsuka's ass cheeks and restored the towel in place. Toru half expected him to bury his face in there and go to town on Itsuka's ass.

Maybe he still would, Toru mused.

One more time, Izuku moved up to her hands, right where he started. Only this time, he was far more thorough.

Itsuka moaned, "What are you doing to me, Izuku?"

He stopped. "Whatever you need me to, Itsuka."

That answer was enough to catch Itsuka's breath.

Izuku pulled out a table-extension of either side of her. Toru looked underneath. This folding table, if he fully expanded it, could easily hold three people up.

Maybe it would soon.

Toru stood to observe the massage again, marveling as Izuku worked deeper into Itsuka's hands. Did Itsuka mean to enlarge her hands, to activate her Quirk, or was that just how effective Izuku's technique was?

Her groan deepened into something feral and wild as he worked hard on her hands, giant as they were. He used his elbows on her palms before gripping each finger, slicking them, and kneading them mercilessly with his thumbs.

Then Itsuka's groans stopped as she lifted her head while silently opening her mouth and eyes, convulsive waves rocking her body, spreading out from the tips of her fingers all the way to her toes.

She let out a long shaking breath. "How? What did you do to me?"

Izuku didn't even acknowledge her orgasm, not verbally, at least. He did, however, smile a Cheshire grin.

He gave her enough time to compose herself, watching her hands shrink back down to normal.

"Turn over," he said. The tone was far more commanding than Toru expected to hear, but it wasn't overt and obvious. It was still a suggestion, albeit a powerful one.

Izuku lifted the towel, giving Itsuka the barest hint of modesty.

"What happens now?" she asked with a shuddering breath.

Izuku's smile was sweet, but his eyes gleamed with unspoken desires. "Now we massage as much of your front as you want me to, in whatever way you want me to."

Itsuka licked her lips. "I'm a little hot, Izuku. Do you mind if we get rid of the towels?"

"Not at all," he smiled while gently removing them, rendering her completely nude, all pretense of modesty gone.

Itsuka stared at him while he worked her arms and upper chest. "Lower," she moaned.

Izuku didn't need Itsuka to clarify what she meant. His slick hands kneaded into her breasts, and she groaned in satisfaction as he orbited her nipples, teasing them without any direct touch. The torture of his technique came to an end when he finally took both into his hands and pulled, twisted, toyed with, and eventually knelt lower to bite her nipples.

Itsuka gripped into his hair, holding him to her chest as her hands convulsed, growing just a bit larger as he devoured her.

"It's not fair that you're still dressed," she breathed out huskily.

"Oh, fuck," Melissa groaned. "I agree with Itsuka, you know. You're way overdressed."

Izuku winked at his lover. "It's not my apartment. Now hush, and let me tell you what happened next. You won't want to miss it."

Toru bit her lip, tempted to join Melissa, to touch herself while listening to Izuku's melodic voice.

"The customer is always right." Izuku stood and removed his shirt slowly, drawing it up over his head to reveal sweat-drenched muscles, scars dancing across his skin, telling a tale of bravery that Toru desperately wanted to read like braille.

Itsuka spread her legs. "More, please."

Izuku reconfigured the table and moved Itsuka's arms to the side before leaning in close to work on her lower lips and thighs. Itsuka's face contorted in frustration while Toru watched. Izuku's hands roamed her abdomen, her thighs, claiming territory from her knees up to past her bellybutton. He only grazed her lips, teasingly floating past her quivering, erect, glistening clit.

Finally, after delaying it, Izuku gave Itsuka what she craved. He stretched her lips apart, massaging them. He moved his hands as if one was a direct mirror of the other. Toru leaned in, trying to avoid breathing on either of them while she watched. She expected him to penetrate her any moment now, to use one hand to finger her, and the other would grab and play with her clit, toying with her, crashing between the warring pleasures of pressure and oil-slick smoothness.

"What are you doing to me?" Itsuka asked as she let her head wander, shaking from side to side, her tone begging for more.

Izuku's smile wasn't sweet and innocent anymore. "Whatever you want."

Itsuka reached down, resting a hand over one of his. "I want more."

He smirked. "How much more?"

"I want you. I know that's bad because you're, well," Itsuka couldn't say the words. Toru couldn't blame her. Still, Toru already figured out that the words weren't true. Was Itsuka in denial?

His eyes reflected candlelight like a wolf peering in at a campsite, hungry for the feast cooking on the fire, just beyond his reach. "Would you like a full-body-press massage?"

"A what?" Itsuka lifted her head to look at him, making eye contact.

His thumbs dragged along her outer lips. "It's the most intimate massage technique I know."

Itsuka nodded vigorously before resting her head again on the pillow underneath her. "Then do it. All of it. Whatever it is, just do it to me."

He withdrew his hands, and Itsuka moaned in complaint. He walked to one side of her, and she turned to watch him. Her fingers didn't leave her nether lips, toying with them, slick with oil.

Izuku smiled for Itsuka's benefit while unbuttoning his pants. The front-line battler widened her eyes as his cock sprang free before he lowered his pants to the floor, letting them puddle on top of his discarded socks.

Toru hummed just a bit, a stifled moan, when Izuku took a bottle of oil and poured it across his chest and abs. Itsuka wasn't nearly as quiet, masking the sounds Toru made with a guttural moan as her left leg twitched in anticipation. Her breathing quickened.

Itsuka pulled on her outer lips as if stretching them in anticipation of what came next. "Oh god. We're really doing this, aren't we?"

He nodded while rubbing the oil in, making sure Itsuka got a good view as he coated every part of him in a thin sheen of sensual oil, slick for her.

Also hard for her.

He moved her hands away from her center, resting them at her sides. Itsuka moaned in frustration, her hips shifting in protest, her lips demanding contact. Touch. Heat.

Izuku climbed onto the table from below her, ascending past her feet before sliding his chest up against her thighs. He used his weight to press down onto her, kneading her with his entire body. Itsuka arched. She let out a long breath as Izuku's chest pressed deep into her abdomen, rolling the air out of her, deflating her.

Eventually, his nose tapped hers. Itsuka inhaled his scent and gazed into his eyes with a look of amazement while he smiled down at her, filling her entire field of vision.

"I thought," she stopped talking, but her mouth never shut. Her lips remained parted while they trembled.

Her lips weren't the only part of Itsuka trembling.

"Forget what you knew about me out there. In here, there's just you and me. I'm here for you. Whatever you need and want." Izuku's offer was confident but tentative. Even with his cock, hard and wet between them, he'd withdraw if it wasn't what Itsuka wanted.

She reached up to wrap her hands behind his back. They were both slick, unable to hold one another without the oil reducing their friction to almost nothing.

Toru bit her lip while dipping her fingers into herself, grabbing her nipple with her other hand and pulling, glad that she spent her time so wisely by peeking in.

"Fuck me," Itsuka's jaw quivered as she whispered the words. Her knees parted before she raised her legs up and away, her hips aligning to his presence, hungry for him.

Toru pinched herself hard, twisting and pulling on her nipple while her fingers dipped into her steaming lips, thick with juice. She didn't need any of the assorted oils in Izuku's enclosure but looked forward to feeling them on her skin when it was her turn.

Izuku didn't fuck Itsuka.

He made love to her, exploring every part of her with his whole body.

He kissed Itsuka slowly, parting her lips with leisurely sensuality. Izuku withdrew, sliding down her body as the two slid against each other. He pressed hard into her while reaching up, massaging her shoulders before using them to pull himself back to face her, only this time, he lowered his ass.

Toru watched the muscles in his abs tighten up, his hips rotating as the light from the candles caught on his oil-wet skin. Each pulsating muscle was framed with dancing light and shadows.

Itsuka brought her raised legs in, drawing her feet down and digging into his ass and thigh with her heels. She pulled him down, deeper, directing him to where she needed him to be, filling her, penetrating her, until she arched her back and released a long, contended sigh.

Toru walked around them, looking for the best angle. She particularly liked the way his cock slid in and out of her lips, unable to properly grip him because they were both too lubricated for the friction to mean a thing. Itsuka's walls stretched around him, shivering as he withdrew, the lips extending to grip him for as long as possible.

Then, Izuku would slowly descend into her, pushing her trembling lips inside with him, snug, full, and from Itsuka's moans, delicious.

Toru stared in rapt fascination, almost forgetting her body, while Izuku used himself as a massage tool, probing deep into Itsuka's core, taking her tensions away.

His eyes came alive with light. It danced down his back and across his ass.

Toru moaned, louder than she meant to, when she watched Izuku's cock jump, shake, thrum a new rhythm deep into Itsuka's core, forcing her lips to convulse and tremble as she tried to hold onto him.

"That's when I knew I wasn't alone with Itsuka," Izuku smirked for Melissa's benefit.

"Oh fuck, was she," Melissa licked her lips, flicking them. The motion made Toru imagine a nipple, or perhaps a clit, caught by Melissa's smiling mouth. "Was Toru in there the whole time?" Color decorated the blonde's face as she edged closer to release, hanging on Izuku's every word.

Izuku's mischievous smile made Toru feel just as aroused at that moment as it did during Itsuka's massage. "Oh yes, she was with us the whole time. The air moved when she walked. The candles flickered. She was careful with her breathing, but her fingers practically glowed as the light caught on her juices."

Toru covered her mouth, fearing she'd gasp in surprise. Izuku knew she was there! Back then, Toru reminded herself. Izuku knew she was there back then.

Not now. Right? Right?

"What did you do?" Melissa asked before biting her lip, eagerly awaiting his answer.

"I gave Toru a show worth watching," Izuku pulled his shirt open further, smiling at Melissa's moan. Izuku pulled farther, slowly untucking the fabric from his pants, revealed his small, hard nipple to her before he trailed his fingers across his chest. Watching her eyes, he drew them down the hills and valleys of his abdomen, following after his wandering fingers.

Melissa moaned when he undid the top button on his slacks.

"Tell me," she practically growled.

Itsuka came much faster than Toru expected. The wave knocked her off into the deep ocean below, dark and thoughtless, utterly without light. The martial artist quivered underneath him, helpless while she surrendered to the foreplay of their massage and Izuku's intense massage-worthy lovemaking. She smiled the contended bliss women reserve for men that exceed their expectations, that destroy them.

Izuku's oily fingers laced with Itsuka's, pinning her beneath him. She stared up at him with widening eyes, her smile of satisfaction transforming to anticipation.

"You're not done," she breathed out her disbelief along with her stress.

"It's still your turn, Itsuka," Izuku smiled as he tightened his grip on her hands before rocking his hips, turning them, rotating himself inside her.

"You've kept track of the time, even while, oh god," Itsuka inhaled sharply, the pressure building inside her rising until Toru saw it on her face.

"There's time for one more if you're up for it," he grinned.

"Kiss me again," Itsuka craned her neck, unable to reach him.

Izuku didn't tease her. He lowered himself before his lips pressed into hers. They closed their eyes, enjoying the feel of each other, the taste. His ass flexed, and she moaned, feeling him move inside her despite the fact they'd stopped thrusting.

"Was all this," Itsuka cooed. "Were you trying to seduce me?"

He spread her fingers beneath his before using his thumbs to massage her palms. "Of course, it was," he smiled while whispering to her. His hands slid down her forearms. "You're so damn gorgeous. How could I get my hands on you without wanting more?"

Itsuka reached up to hold onto him, resting her hands on his shoulders as his hands moved lower. He used one to hold him up above her, the other trailing down across her breast, her sides, up and over her hip. Until.

Oh, until.

Izuku turned his wrist, finding his target. Itsuka widened her eyes as he captured her apex between his slick thumb and index. She nodded, smiling. "Do it!"

His eyes sparked. His fingers thrummed with power, transmitting the barest spark between them.

Itsuka writhed beneath him. Her legs were no longer under control. Her hands spasmed, increasing and decreasing in size randomly. Her eyes rolled back as her back arched, ascending off the table to meet Izuku's chest.

Izuku lunged in, licking across her neck before biting her, nibbling a trail down to her nipple as herd hands him down from her face, pulling him to her chest, craving the contact. Fortunately, his cock was long enough not to dislodge as he maneuvered down to consume her breasts.

Itsuka caressed down his back after locking her legs around him, pulling him back up to meet her face to face while burying him deeper. He steadied himself with both arms, releasing her clit from his control.

"I thought you were off-limits," she whispered while craning her neck to kiss him. He laughed into her lips when she grabbed two generous handfuls of his ass.

"We're changing the rules," he bit her lip, pulling her into another kiss before their tongues met.

"Is that what this was about?" Itsuka whispered, enjoying the quiet of their conspiracy. "Bringing it into the open?"

Toru marveled at that. Bringing Izuku's secret out in the open? Is that what this was about, this whole massage setup?

"I don't want to hide anymore," Izuku said.

"One thing about this is still unfair," she pouted.

"Oh?"

"You haven't come yet. I want you to fucking flood me full." She dipped an oil-slicked finger down into his crack, tickling at his entrance.

"Oh, shit," Izuku cried out when Itsuka slipped her finger inside.

Toru stared in amazement as Itsuka's hand increased in size, slowly stretching Izuku out even while she used her large palm to guide him deeper, slamming his cock into the farthest reaches of her pussy.

"Oh, fuck!" Izuku's toes curled.

"That's it! Fuck me raw! Jam your cock up into my fucking cervix! Give it to me! Paint my fucking walls white with your come!" She looked up into his eyes, her expression wild, untamable. She went crazy with thirst.

"Oh, shit, Kendo's going for a third helping," Setsuna said from the other side of the curtain. "Hey, will there be any left over when you two finish? I'm next, right?"

"Wait your turn!" Itsuka shouted. She refocused on her prey. "Fuck me, Izuku. Fuck me hard enough to break this fucking table. I want to feel your cock in me for another week!"

Izuku's eyes flared with power while he widened them, his whites reflecting candlelight from around the room. He lunged, biting down onto Itsuka's neck, not a teasing nibble this time, truly sinking his teeth in while she used her engorged finger to fuck deeper into his ass, pushing his cock up against her womb.

Despite the skin between his teeth, Izuku roared while his balls clenched up. His cock pulsed visibly with each throbbing volley of seed, launched deep into Itsuka. He fired off again and again as if he were placing her pussy under siege. One strong salvo overfilled her, sending a backlash of come out and around his cock, spraying onto the table behind them.

That's not the only place Izuku's come landed.

Toru stared, transfixed as Izuku's cock pulsed, firing over and over. She leaned in close, soaking in the delicious voyeuristic high from the proximity to their intimacy.

Then her face was glazed by the back spray of Izuku's seed splashing out and across the table. "Oh, shit!" she giggled.

"Toru?" Itsuka moaned while she asked. "Are you?" The martial artist tried looking over Izuku's shoulder, but he fell onto her, his total deadweight still on top of her as he recovered from his ball-emptying euphoria.

There wasn't any point in hiding anymore. As Itsuka's hand left Izuku's rear unguarded, Toru dove in, lathering his balls with her tongue, nuzzling him with her come-covered face, smearing his seed off while letting the oil coating his ass glisten onto her cheeks.

"Oh, holy fuck," Melissa moaned. "Were you still hard inside Itsuka while Toru sucked on your balls? Did she lick your ass, too?"

Izuku chuckled. "Oh, there was no way I'd go soft with that tongue working on me. Now hold on, let me tell it as it happened. You won't be disappointed."

Melissa whimpered. "You promise?"

Izuku nodded confidently as if nuzzling her with his chin while they spooned together. "I promise."

"Oh god," Izuku shuddered in response to Toru's exploring tongue. "Oh, I've never, oh…" he raised himself onto his elbows, then palms, before looking down between his and Itsuka's bodies where their bodies joined together, his withdrawing cock coated with excessive globs of semen.

He smiled at Toru's ghost-glazed face.

"Thanks for the show," Toru said, finally making eye contact with the two of them. "Let me clean you both up to show you how much I enjoyed it."

"You're just trying to skip ahead in line," Itsuka accused with a wink.

"Wait, is that a threesome going on in there?" Setsuna called out. "Is Toru in there?"

Toru's tongued descended from Izuku's balls to bathe his cock as he slowly ascended, unsheathing himself from Itsuka's depths. Toru licked and slobbered and devoured, not caring about how messy this was or what she would look like to them. The only thing she didn't do was swallow. She wanted the mess, the obscenity, of Izuku's come coating her mouth, enough for her to gargle, spit, to unleash it lewdly across her lips and face.

Izuku lifted his leg and turned onto his side, rotating his thigh over Toru's head as he laid himself next to Itsuka. His cock stretched and pulled on Itsuka's lips, making a wet, squelching sound as he extracted himself. Immediately a wellspring of fluid oozed out, overflowing from her lips.

Toru didn't think. Acting impulsively, she dove right on in, sucking, nibbling, lashing those lips with her tongue as she scooped up as much come as possible. Her face became a gooey-glazed mess of spit, come, and Itsuka's unique scent.

"Oh, shit, Toru! I'm too sensitive!" Itsuka lamented, but she didn't move a muscle, just breathed deeply while squeezing her eyes shut.

Izuku kissed Itsuka on her cheek before rolling off the extended massage table, landing on his feet almost like a falling cat. Toru didn't know what to expect. Toru felt Izuku grip onto her ching, catching her off guard, pulling her up from Itsuka's protesting, helpless pussy.

"Toru," he said her name with more depth and inflection than she'd ever heard. His voice dripped with more desire than Itsuka's lips still held.

Toru swallowed nervously before smiling. "Surprised?"

Izuku chuckled, a deep rumbling sound like a tiger's chuff. "Toru, you're beautiful."

Toru remembered that moment. It was frozen in time as if waiting for her to return. His eyes were soft, his smile warm and comforting. She thought she'd look ridiculous, maybe even ugly, covered in their fluids like that. Izuku, though, gazing at her see-through, trembling lips, coated with his genetic essence, his eyes taking in their shape. He wandered over her face, memorizing her features from her chin to her cheekbones, finally capturing an idea of her with his eyes, not his fingers.

"You're just saying that because," Toru never finished.

Izuku leaned in, tilting his head to the side. She couldn't believe it.

Itsuka stared at the two of them while they kissed, their lips meeting just above her pussy. She moaned as her lower lips convulse, pushing out more come while she watched, transfixed, at their wanton intimacy.

"I meant it," Izuku's voice, low, determined, matched the fire in his eyes.

Toru could only swallow, taking a heaping mouthful of his seed into her stomach. She'd never forget this, the first time that Izuku called her beautiful.

She also couldn't forget that she made his lips a gooey mess.

If only they hadn't been interrupted.

Setsuna barged in, throwing the curtain open. The trio winced at the invasion of light into their candle-dim darkness. "I'll have what she had," she gestured to Itsuka's limp, oil-slicked body with her chin. "Oh, and what she's having."

Behind her, the other ladies waiting their turn, Ochako and Tsuyu, weren't alone. Kyoka stood there, red as a strawberry, with Momo, Pony, and Ibara not far behind her. Yui stood in the distance, pretending to read by a window.

The sound of more approaching footsteps echoed loudly in the silence, even through the muffling offered by their curtains.

Izuku wasn't a secret anymore.

Smiling confidently, Izuku wandered to the open curtain to stand next to Setsuna, uncaring that he displayed his nude body, glistening with oil and sex, to everyone out in the halls. "Itsuka still has ten minutes by my clock. After that," he placed a hand on Setsuna's hip, smiling down at her as he took hold of the curtain with his other hand.

He leaned in and whispered, louder than needed, making sure others could hear. "You're next."

Ochako squeaked, but Setsuna grinned like a feral beast, eager to see what Izuku had in store for her. "Don't make me wait past my start time, Izuku," she purred.

Izuku tilted his head to the side. Setsuna took the bait and lunged for him, uncaring about the come and sexual fluids on his face, the oils coating his body, as she pressed up to him. Their tongues danced in the open, where their lips gapped, letting everyone see just how intimate they were.

"No more secrets?" Tsuyu placed a finger to her mouth while tilting her head to the side.

"None," Izuku smiled after he released Setsuna back into the waiting area with a smack on her ass. She grinned, a gleam in her eye promising that Izuku would pay for that.

His smirk told everyone he looked forward to Setsuna's revenge.

Turning, Izuku closed the curtain. Toru caught multiple pairs of eyes raking their way down his oil-slicked body, grabbing what sight they could of him. To their disappointment, Izuku cut them off from seeing his shiny dimpled butt.

"Toru," he called to her, powerful yet subdued. "Let's make a deal."

Her heart leaped into her throat. "Yeah?"

"Help me clean Itsuka up, and I'll let you help me with the others too. Do that, and I'll give you twice as much attention as anyone else tonight. If there's anything left of me after, you can take me to your room."

"Damn, you're cocky," Itsuka giggled. "You haven't even finished giving me my massage, and you're already planning out each one like a sexual conquest."

"I'll do it," Toru blurted out, more excited for this than she realized. "I want something, first, though," she bit her lip, and for once, she delighted that Izuku could see the change in her expression.

"Yeah?" he grinned.

"Fuck me while I eat her out," Toru demanded. She bent forward, raising her ass in the air as she kissed Itsuka's weeping sex.

"Of course. You're too beautiful to turn down," Izuku chuckled as he wandered behind her, his hands trailing oil across her nude spine and her exposed cheeks.

Toru purred as his hands massaged into her twin cheeks, kneading her. She happily lapped at Itsuka's pussy, mewling like a kitten looking forward to a dish of cream.

"What about me?" Itsuka pouted. She crossed her arms under her breast, pushing them up as if demanding more attention to them.

"Does the fierce lioness need me to tame her again? Itsuka," Izuku sighed in contentment after slowly sheathing himself into Toru's dripping lips, stretching her open with one, long, agonizing pump of his hips. "You're a work of art and one that boys admired your entire life, always with empty compliments. I told you exactly what I feel about you with my hands for a whole hour. What did you hear when I worshipped your body? Did those prayers reach you?"

"Worship," Itsuka hyperventilated as Toru aggressively changed tactics, latching onto Itsuka's clit after sucking and swallowing as much of Izuku's come as she could gather up. The invisible woman probed the martial artist with her fingers; a come-hither motion meant to hit spots that a cock, no matter how endowed, would never hit quite right.

With another rocking of Izuku's hips, he pushed Toru's face against Itsuka's lips, connecting the two of them through Toru, using her to transmit his passion into Itsuka.

Toru was happy to be used.

Izuku reached over and grabbed a bottle of oil before uncapping it with his thumb.

"Did my hands tell you how gorgeous you are? What I feel about you? Did my cock bring that point home?" Izuku dripped the words out while pouring warm oil onto Toru's back. He set the bottle aside and attacked with his hands, kneading her while pushing her forward, his thumbs and hips acting in sync, forcing a moan from her throat that vibrated into Itsuka's lips and clit.

"Oh shit, you said all that," Melissa was getting close, her breathing uneven, shaky. Her question broke Toru free of the memory's hold, no longer just riding back in time on Izuku's melodic, hypnotic retelling. "You said all that while you fucked Toru into Itsuka's pussy!"

"Yeah, I did," Izuku's voice was still the deep, slow voice he used for erotic excitement, the one that goaded his lover to reach inside herself for new sensations. "I kept eye contact with Itsuka, smirking while Toru used her tongue to scoop out my seed. With each thrust, I reminded her who put all that come inside her."

"Holy shit," Melissa breathed. "Holy shit," she gasped. She bit down on the paper-covered pillow next to her face. Toru smiled, listening as the blonde stifled her orgasm.

"Was it good?" Izuku smirked.

"That was good," Melissa admitted with a smile. "I still would have preferred a threesome story right from the start."

Izuku winked. "The story isn't over yet."

Melissa giggled. "Maybe, but I think I finished, with quite a satisfactory crescendo, I might add," she sighed before pulling her hand out from the covers and sucking on a finger while Izuku watched.

It had the intended effect. Izuku moaned. Toru looked down and watched his cock pulse in his pants, demanding freedom.

Melissa looked pensive, thoughtful. "Tell me the rest another time? Maybe a reenactment?"

Izuku's smile made his eyes sparkle. "Of course."

That time with Itsuka was intense. Toru, witnessing it, felt lucky to see something so intimate, and eventually, to be invited as a participant, no longer just a party crasher. What a way to have a sexual handshake with someone, Toru thought.

Wait, Toru's brain demanded. If Melissa and Izuku acted that out, what would he call her? Melissa or Itsuka?

Melissa giggled, sated from her orgasm. "Do the rest of them still think that was Itsuka's first time with you?"

What?

"Yeah," Izuku confirmed. "I never told anyone but you."

Melissa raised an eyebrow. "What about that dirty Black Book and video collection?"

What? Huh? Toru sat up, on edge, wondering what they were talking about, grasping at the words. First off, Itsuka snagged a chance with Izuku before, and no one else knew about it? Also: Black Book! Videos! What?

Izuku's eyes turned hard, sharp. Toru was far more familiar with that expression than she wanted to be. "I burned the journals. I'm not looking back. I'm keeping the recording, though. Besides, the videos aren't quite what you think they are. I'll explain in person, but you have to earn that."

"Earn that? Flying across the world doesn't get me an explanation of your dirty secrets?" Melissa asked in mock-offense.

Izuku grinned. "If I don't keep at least a few secrets, how will I keep you interested?"

Melissa's smile was sweet, but her words were dangerous. "I can think of a few ways."

"So can I," Izuku promised.

They were cute together. Toru had to admit it. As much as it hurt to see Izuku happy with someone else, at least she got to know that he found happiness somewhere.

Still, Toru felt a terrible itch form in the back of her mind. Of all the stories Izuku could have used as fodder for Melissa's fantasies, he picked the one where his relationship with her shifted, the one where he told her, invisible, looked over Toru, that she was beautiful. It was only a single moment of a larger story, one where he ended up fucking not just her and Itsuka but everyone waiting in the halls whether they booked an appointment or not.

Amid the wreckage of that fun day, the hedonistic bliss that they indulged in, there was a shining, snowflake-frozen moment where Izuku told Toru that she was beautiful.

If only she'd listened to her heart when he said those words, listened to his eyes and hands. When he told Itsuka that he communicated in his massage, in his lovemaking, Toru wished she'd taken the hint and paid attention to what his body shouted into her soul with each searing gaze and molten, pussy-melting thrust.

If only.

"I'm…" rumbled a noise from out in the building's hallways, "Entering My Apartment Like I Normally Do!" All Might shouted before he forced the door wide open, the only way to accommodate his massively muscular bulk.

Toru struggled. Laughing felt like a foregone conclusion.

The look on Izuku's face, caught red-handed, his shirt and pants unbuttoned as he leaned back while on a call with Melissa, was thankfully not as incriminating as Melissa's original suggestion would have been. However, it was enough to make the retired pro sputter as he rapidly deflated into a shocked, emaciated state.

Melissa's roaring laughter over the phone line didn't help either.

"I, um," Izuku turned several shades of crimson Toru hadn't seen on him for over a year.

"Hi, Uncle Might," Melissa's honeyed voice was a vixen mix of laughter, a niece that could do no wrong, and a shy girl with her hand in a cookie jar.

The older pro coughed. "I, um, forgot something in my car. Be right back!" He turned and left in a hurry.

Izuku covered his face the moment the door shut. "Oh my god! I'm going to die right here of embarrassment!"

"No, don't die!" Melissa laughed. "Hey, it's not so bad. It's not like you had your cock out or anything."

Izuku laughed despite his cherry red complexion. "That's not helping!" He moved his hand to shield his face, but he didn't turn the phone's camera away.

"Oh! Oh! Hey, and at least you weren't erupting come like a jet across his living room!" Melissa roared with giggles.

"Melissa!" Despite covering his face, Izuku's laughter was uncontainable, a nervous but joyous sound.

Toru tried to remember the last time she heard him laugh like that. It was harder to track the memory down than she would have liked.

"You're hiding your face, Izuku, but you're still showing off those abs!" Melissa giggled. "I like the way they tense up when you laugh."

Be good to him, Toru found herself wishing for Melissa. Make him laugh like this every day. Please.

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Present Day

Thursday 4:00 PM Japan Local Time

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Toru braced herself, ready this time. Thankfully, Izuku ducked into the bathroom while Melissa giggled up a storm. As long as he stayed there, then All Might would be the only one to sneak past. She clung to the wall next to the door and focused on her breathing, keeping herself silent, shallow, even, and prepared to shift into a sprint.

"I have," she heard the low rumble of their professor's voice from beyond the door to the outside hall. "Returned to My Apartment With A Box of Paperwork!"

Once he strode in, shouting in his enlarged state, Toru darted behind him, moving quickly, softly, not a full run for fear of making too much sound.

At last. Safe. Outside.

The door latched behind her.

Alone.

Toru's jaw rattled. She squatted down, not trusting that her knees would remain invisible if they collected any dust from the hall. She covered her eyes with her hands, cursing the fact that even with her eyes shut and protected, she could still see everything through her invisible lids and hands.

If only she saw her life as clearly. Toru'd been just as blind to it as she was when she slept, her trusty night-mask blocking out the light for her so she could relax.

Why did Izuku have to tell Melissa about the first time he told Toru she was beautiful? Did the memory mean something to him? Worse, did he know she was there, invisible and eavesdropping, for him to torment?

No. Izuku wasn't cruel like that.

Toru's breath hitched in her throat, choking her when she recalled Izuku shrugging on the train. He didn't have time to come with her before leaving the train.

He didn't have time for her.

That thought hurt far more than she admitted at the time.

No, she reminded herself. Don't get emotional. Wait here and follow them. Find out where Izuku and Melissa are going. Anything else, any decisions, would wait.

She still had a recon mission, one Momo trusted her with, but more importantly, one she needed for herself, too.

What was that thing in Izuku's bag? What was that he said about a journal and videos? He never threatened them, but did he have ammunition to destroy them?

What could Izuku do to them, all of them at Sigma Epsilon Chi, if he decided to burn the place down?

Alright, Toru, don't picture Izuku looking tall and stern and sexy in the middle of a burning building. Damn, that does sound appealing, though. The ashes smudged on his skin, the sweat making his jawline and muscles shine. All of it made him look like a vengeful god in her mind's eye.

She rose and paced, willing those images away.

Sooner or later, Izuku and All Might would leave, and she'd have to be on her game, stealthy and silent. She'd slip into the car next to them without either noticing. They'd pick up Melissa, drive to whatever apartment building they'd found a vacancy in, and then she'd find a way to contact someone to pick her up.

Toru bit her lip and tried to remember a phone number, anyone's, let alone someone at the sorority. She'd relied on her phone to do that for her. Oh well, she'd solve that later.

Bored, she paced longer strides through the halls, trailing a course that covered All Might's unit, the stairs, elevator, and the emergency fire stairwell. The only way they'd slip past her is if she let them, and that wasn't going to happen. Staying was better than searching for All Might's car. The parking garage across the street was huge, and she didn't want to miss them while she took stock on the wrong level.

Long minutes trailed by at a snail's pace. Toru amused herself with her imagination, thinking about how impressed everyone would be with her accomplishment once she tracked down Izuku's new address.

She stopped walking as the image of Izuku, kneeling earlier while putting his sandals on her feet, stabbed into her chest. Was there love in his eyes, or was that only pity? She desperately wanted to know.

Did he still think she was beautiful? Was that reserved for what his eyes saw when he glimpsed her ghostlike existence? Maybe it had nothing to do with his senses, and he liked who she was. Or, at least, he used to.

The door unlatched.

It was the wrong door. Toru relaxed against the building's masonry, rough against her bare back, but she still needed the sensation of support it offered her. The couple filed past her, unaware that there was anyone there. They looked adorable in the way only doting old couples do.

Toru didn't want to let her hopes rise too much when she heard another door open. She turned, and her heart stopped.

All Might's laughed roared out through the open-aired hall as if it had an echo. "Don't worry! I understand! You're young and have needs!"

"All Might, please," Izuku was as red as a beat.

Despite the swagger, the confidence, the allure, and muscles, he was still a dork. Toru smiled as she filed in to follow them.

She slipped into the elevator, the last in before it shut. The older couple eyed Izuku's blushing face with undisguised curiosity.

"Oh, dear, are you overheating?" the woman asked.

That question sparked a memory inside Toru, but she put it away to think on later.

All Might chuckled when Izuku bowed to her, thanking her for her concern. "No, ma'am, my student here is just in love. That's all."

"All," Izuku stuttered, "All Might!"

The couple laughed at his discomfort. "Oh, don't be shy, dear," the woman cut off his modest objection to All Might's declaration. "And if I must say so, she's a very lucky girl."

Toru was certain no one else saw it, but the old lady subtly roamed Izuku's frame with her eyes. Toru had to admit he looked damn sexy in that outfit. He did something to his hair, too, applying a semblance of order to the chaos. It was still a mess, but at least now it looked intentional.

"Thank you, ma'am, but I'm the one that feels lucky," he blushed while bowing towards her, humbly accepting the compliment.

Toru hung back in the elevator when it reached the bottom, not wanting to let anyone bump into her. It almost closed on her before she rushed out, sprinting to catch up to Izuku and All Might. Hot pavement greeted her toes, attacking her again. She refused to let her heels touch the lava-charged concrete and asphalt.

She smiled at her next lucky break, unseen by her male companions. Izuku ducked into the backseat of All Might's vehicle to grab some boxes from the backseat for the older gentleman, never commenting on the use of a handi-accessible parking space. As Izuku backed away, unable to use his hands on the door, Toru took advantage of the opening and slipped past him, ducking inside ass first. She tucked her feet in by rolling onto her back just before the door slammed against her toes.

Safe!

As soon as they moved those boxes into the trunk, they'd start-up, and then they'd be off to go pick up Melissa.

Except they didn't open the trunk. Instead, Toru winced as the car doors locked, a telltale beep-beep as the car alerted Toshinori that he'd secured the vehicle. She didn't hear their muffled words as they walked away, leaving Toru to bake in her new crispy oven.

Shit!

Toru stretched across the back seat, wondering how long the two men would take before returning. This was the last step before leaving for the airport, right?

The air was hot, moist from her breath as it refused to circulate. She felt like she was in a sauna. Luckily the seats were cloth, meaning she wasn't going to burn her skin, but she ran the risk of sweating through the backseat. It was the only reason she refused to sit up, fearing an ass-shaped puddle showing her location when they returned.

If they took too long, though, they'd greet a sheen of misty sweat-beads betraying her presence. Wouldn't that be fun?

Time and heat were Toru's only companions. She questioned her sanity. Wasn't it enough to know who he was moving in with, and even if they needed more info, was there another way to get his address? Did they need it as rapidly as this since he wouldn't be alone? Was this worth the effort?

When they finally picked up Melissa, where would Toru sit? Would there be room for her in the car given an extra passenger and luggage? Oh god, would she find her by launching a bag into her lap, discovering her by her painful outcry, or the floating bag lodged into her gut?

She almost cried, wishing for Izuku to come and rescue her from the heat.

No. I need to be there for Izuku, not the reverse. Izuku's done too much for me already. I don't even know if I've said enough to count as a thank you. I need, what? What do I need?

I need to see if he's okay.

The thought made Toru gasp.

She wasn't just spying on him. She was worried about him. He was hurt, deeply, and none of them saw it until it was too late. Toru needed to see the wound, check the bandage, otherwise known as Melissa, and assess him finally. He deserved that much.

"Stop pretending to be noble, Toru," she mumbled to herself.

She jumped in her skin, startled when the car unlocked and the engine turned on. A blast of cool air erupted from the front console, bathing her in a long arc of crisp fresh air. All Might must have used a remote feature to prep the car for their departure. Toru sat up and adjusted two rear vents, activating them so that she could get some blessed human refrigeration, lowering the oven's temperature and sighing in relief.

She looked up, watching her rescuers approach, hoping they would miss her.

Toru sat back, still and silent, as they opened their doors to get in.

"Look, all I'm saying is this: Don't worry about earlier. I mean, I've caught you in more compromising positions than that one, Yong Midoriya." Toshinori's chuckle told Toru that compromising was an understatement.

Izuku groaned dramatically. "Do you have to remind me? Please, can we let that drop?"

Toshinori's laugh was bittersweet. "Oh, I'd love to, but what I walked in on that day? They don't make brain bleach strong enough to erase that kind of image. It's burned in my brain!"

Red contrasted against green eyes and hair, making Izuku resemble a strawberry. "All Might, please."

His teacher laughed heartily after pulling onto the highway. "It's almost as if once you learned it was safe to trade your DNA with your classmates that you just threw all other caution to the wind and went wild! Ah, youth." All Might over-emphasized a theatric sigh.

Izuku nodded. "You're not wrong, sir, but. Still, this is embarrassing to talk about."

Toshinori checked for traffic before pulling onto the main road. "I'm not judging, not at all. I won't kiss and tell, but I did a lot I'm not telling anyone about, so let's leave it at that."

Izuku waved a hand placatingly. "Oh, I'm sure, sir, but… but you know a lot about me that I'm not sure I want the man I admire this much to know."

A chuckle. "No judgment, it's fine. You're your own man, Midoriya."

Izuku's eyes and neck snapped to look hard at his teacher's profile.

All Might sniffed as though he had a runny nose. "I'm proud of the man you've become, the hero you've become. You're like a son to me."

Izuku's eyes glistened with uncontainable moisture. "All Might… you're like family to me, too."

The older gentleman grinned. "Melissa is family, though, so if you two take this as far as I'm rooting for you, then you and I will be family in more ways than one!"

The younger man sputtered and coughed. "Isn't it a little early to think about that?"

All Might's smirk was dangerous. "A hero is best if he comes prepared!"

What? Toru wondered if that was a safe sex reference. By Izuku's facial expression, he had a similar thought.

"But seriously, Midoriya, next time you and Melissa get… bored," All Might coughed. "Wait to resolve it until you're somewhere other than my apartment."

Izuku stared down at his lap and slumped his shoulders. "Yes, sir."

All Might laughed harder at Izuku's expense while the younger man blushed crimson.

"Now, after we pick her up and get the two of you settled into your new place," Toshinori carried on regardless of his student's embarrassment, "you'll need some time to acclimate. I'm excusing you from class tomorrow, but you'll have to speak to your general education courses about the lectures you missed today and the ones you'll miss tomorrow."

"All Might, that's too much. I'll be fine to attend," Izuku objected.

"Will you? So soon? Will you handle it well, taking a course with your former roommates, maybe joining them on an exercise in the field?" His tone was severe. Toru wondered if Toshinori knew more than he let on. The thought worried her.

"I'm sure Iida and Kirishima will be fine to deal with," Izuku lied with a casual deflection.

"Oh? I was more worried about Young Yaoyorozu," and there was the bomb up Toshinori's sleeve, dropped onto Izuku's lap with all the casual kindness of a comment about the weather. "After all, she's already placed calls in with several apartment owners in the city to find out if you're renting anywhere within reach."

Izuku swallowed hard. "She did?" He didn't acknowledge the lie his mentor caught him in.

Toru held her breath.

All Might nodded as Izuku looked the other way, an unsettling quiet descending over him.

"I don't know the details of your relationship with her, but I think it's best if you and Melissa take some time, maybe the whole weekend, to just acclimate to each other without anyone interrupting the two of you." Toru felt sick to her stomach upon hearing that, hoping neither of these men would ever discover her presence here.

"My relationship with Yaoyorozu is complicated or was complicated. It's pretty simple now. It's over," Izuku closed his eyes while leaning his head against the glass.

"Do you need to talk about it?" All Might asked.

"Someday, yes, but right now, the hurt is too raw," Izuku confessed.

Toru winced. Momo, what did you do to him?

"I'm sorry I lied to you," Izuku inhaled deeply before turning his head off the glass to face his teacher.

"I know, but please don't do it again," was All Might's neutral reply.

"Yes, sir," Izuku said.

They rode on in silence for long, trickling minutes.

"You won't," All Might hesitated. "You're not in love with her, are you? You won't leave Melissa for her, will you?"

"Never!" Izuku bit back his reply faster and louder than Toru felt prepared to hear. She almost yelped in shock. "I won't do that to Melissa, and certainly not for someone like Yaoyorozu. I don't even want to think about her."

Toru bit her lip. Izuku didn't deny loving Yaoyorozu. The pain in his voice tore into her gut.

"Good, well, I'm glad you've moved on then," was all Toshinori could say before the car settled into a resounding, prolonged silence.

Toru thought about Izuku's fixation, his hatred, of Yaoyorozu. Momo was the only one he hated unless he held back from saying it to anyone else. He singled her out for hurting him rather than just disappointing him.

If we kick out Yaoyorozu and welcome Melissa, could we get Izuku back?

Toru shook that thought off, wanting to punch herself for being that selfish.

Still, Izuku's conversation with All Might sparked her memory, sending her back into the sexual game that Melissa already knew about, the one Izuku didn't want to discuss because of how prominently Momo featured in the memory.

Toru remembered that day vividly, despite how many months ago it was. She trembled when she walked into the room, seeing Izuku, his hands bound behind him. Every other chair in the circle had a dildo stuck to the bottom of the chair, and each leg was bolted to the ground, making the ring of furniture immobile.

The plan was simple. Ibara would control the music from behind a curtain, never watching the action. Toru wondered, though, how often she would peek out. Every sister of the sorority was there that day.

It was the week they said goodbye to the departing seniors. One last game together before the sorority would transfer power, but that wasn't until the next day, full of pomp and ceremony.

Today was about debauchery and fun.

Every girl in the sorority wore the same outfit, more or less. The requirements were simple. They each wore a short skirt, a tight top, and no underwear. They came equipped with lube and finger-strapped vibrators.

Everyone was going to come and come hard. Some of them, a lucky few, would end up writhing on the floor after finishing multiple times.

Toru had the honor of administering the "sisterhood pills" to Izuku. Viagra. Out in her hand, the pills looked like they floated in the air. Nejire enjoyed her theatrics and judging by how closely Momo studied underneath her, so would their next president, their new Big Sister.

Nejire sat sidesaddle across Izuku's thigh, leaning back and watching intently while Toru brought the pills over to him. "Open wide," she said, directing Izuku to accept his medicine from their invisible sister.

Izuku maintained eye contact with Nejire, obediently opening his mouth and extending his tongue.

Toru placed the pills on his outstretched tongue. He drew them back into his mouth and bit down on one, wincing at the taste. Toru offered him some water, which he drank through a straw. He never took his eyes off Nejire the entire time.

After he took it, he'd be ready for the remainder of the game. It was the last step in a long process to prepare him for his job as the Throne. Toru reminded herself of that fact while staring into Izuku's eyes.

His pupils grew larger with each passing moment. That seemed strange, but she let the thought pass.

To demonstrate the rules, Nejire repositioned herself into the center of his lap, sitting with her back leaning into Izuku's chest. She sighed in contentment as she sank onto his length.

Then Nejire pressed the controller in her hand.

As one, all the phalluses buzzed.

Izuku moaned, groaned, as did Nejire, fully impaled on him. That's when Toru knew that every chair had a vibrating dick attached to it. All of them, without exception.

"Oh, that's good," Nejire smiled, her teeth clenched hard. "Momo, explain the rules for me while I enjoy this."

Momo stepped forward and coughed, getting the sisterhood's attention.

"The rules are simple," she began.

After they were all thoroughly lubricated, Ibara would play the music for a set amount of time. When the music stopped, they'd scramble for a seat, impaling themselves on the chair-fastened dildos, or Izuku. Whoever couldn't find a chair was out of the game. Once every seat and pussy were filled, Nejire, their Big Sister, would activate her controller, causing all the toy cocks in the room to vibrate.

"I won't go easy on the vibration setting, either," Nejire uttered through rattling teeth.

Momo smiled mischievously and continued.

Each sister, armed with a vibrating toy attached to their index finger, would have free access to the sister to their right. The first one to come would be disqualified from the next round. Two chairs would be removed each round, one for whoever couldn't find a seat and one for whoever lost to bliss. That didn't mean any other chair would move. The circle would remain enormous despite the dwindling supply.

Toru bit her thumb. That meant that there'd be vast deserts between the seats during the later parts of the game. Competition would get fierce.

Once a sister was out of the circle, she wasn't out of the game, not entirely. They'd circle like sharks, using their toys or whatever else they could to pull the remaining players mercilessly from the competition. They couldn't win, but they could drag any sister they chose away from the finish line, ironically, by making them finish.

An upraised eyebrow accented Momo's smile. "There is one other rule to contend with."

"Whoever sheathes Izuku, the Throne, is Enemy Number One. Any sister left outside the game must focus on the sister sitting on his condom-covered-cock," she paused for emphasis. "Oh, unless another sister was already on the attack, then you're free to torment and titillate whoever you choose."

Toru eyed the circle of chairs. That meant that even if they removed the seats flanking the Throne, the sister impaled on Izuku's dick would face exquisite torture.

They all looked forward to that idea. Even Ibara blushed when Nejire explained that part of the rules.

Then, as the game's final piece, they put earplugs in Izuku's ear before wrapping a blindfold around his eyes, thoroughly immersing him in silent darkness. He wouldn't know who impaled themselves on him except by the feel of their lower lips around his cock. Unless someone was particularly loud, he couldn't hear them, any of them.

"What if he comes?" Mina asked, a gleam of mischief in her eye.

Nejire clapped excitedly, wiggling as she rotated her hips. Izuku groaned while his cock visibly pulsed inside her. His balls undulated upward, tightening closer to his body and hers. Her skirt hiked up during Momo's explanation, showing off their joined genitals to the whole room.

Even Ibara looked.

"I'm glad you asked!" Nejire said, her tone oblivious to Izuku's exquisite suffering. She stood, slowly, ascending off his cock with a side turn of her hips at the tip, a kiss goodbye that sent tremors down his cock and up his spine. He panted, a moan dying in his throat.

She still hadn't turned off the vibrating toy in his ass, leaving it on while she took over Momo's task and explaining the nuances of the rules to them.

Nejire took his cockhead in hand gentry, caressing the crown through the condom in languid, circular motions. "If our lovely mascot fills up his condom by the time any of us dismount him, then that sister gets an extra turn in the game, free from disqualification. That's the main reason playing it safe isn't always the best strategy for this game."

"There are a few other reasons, despite being Enemy Number One, to ascend the Throne," Nejire smirked while allowing her hands to wander across Izuku's exposed chest and abs, leaving his tower rigid and unattended. It quivered in frustration, demanding attention from her, from anyone.

Nejire turned, ignoring his needs as she finally turned off the vibrating cocks all around the circle. Izuku slumped down slightly, his body heaving as sweat trickled across his chest and abs. Their president finally gestured to Ibara, signaling the game's start.

Obeying, the vine-haired devotee closed her curtain, finally extracting her eyes from the sight of their lewd game. The music started, thrumming a deep base through the room, the kind that climbed up your legs and strummed your inner walls, teasing you for what came next.

The girls encircled Izuku and the other chairs. They smiled at each other while he turned his head this way and that, wondering who was next, what they'd do next.

The game was merciless, just like they were.

Two by two, they all fell. Half to competitiveness, those found themselves left out. The others lost themselves to pleasure.

Yui was the first to be disqualified, unable to find a seat in time. Per the rules, she moved quickly to the Throne to exact terrible, erotic vengeance.

Ochako was the first. She scrambled, pushing Kyoka aside to straddle Izuku, taking his cock to the root with barely a whimper, as if she'd prepped herself before coming here with more than just lube.

Despite only seeing from her peripheral vision, Toru knew along with everyone else who was on Izuku's dick.

"Deku! Deku! Oh god, Deku!" she shouted with each downward thrust of her hips. "Do you feel me? It's me! Oh, fuck me, Deku!"

The others, Toru included, were rooted onto their seats, their lips tightly wrapped around the upward-affixed toys. They turned to stare in awe, some over their shoulders, as Ochako abandoned any pretense of playing their game. If they attacked their chairs with as much vigor as Ochako forced herself to use against Izuku's rampant cock, the entire room would resemble an assembly line of sex, asses bouncing on seats as toys stuffed deep into quivering pussies. The smell alone, the sound alone, would be unbridled hedonism.

Instead, they bided their time, teasing out their pleasure, maintaining as much indifference as possible so they could stretch the sexual torture for themselves as long as possible. The sisters barely moved once impaled, choosing to close their legs and deny anyone else access, ensuring none of them would come too soon. Once they secured their defenses, they each sought opportunities to attack, to knock their sorority sisters out of the game. The losers' only consolation would be quivering in pleasure.

Ochako, however, wasn't playing by the same rulebook at all.

Ochako threw her body into it, attacking him with her pussy, shaking her hips so much that Mina, seated in a good position, couldn't get a good lock onto Ochako's clit. Yui knelt in front of the rampaging brunette, similarly struggling to stimulate her.

Ochako didn't need Mina's toy to get off. She didn't need Yui either.

Ochako had Deku as deep as any of them dared to take him, gyrating, pulsing on him as if the game didn't matter. Toru wondered about that. Didn't Ochako want to win? Didn't she want to have more opportunities to ride him?

She asked her brunette classmate about it later, and the answer was simple. "Why risk coming on a toy when I could win my own game and come on his cock right from the get-go?"

Besides. Ochako somehow knew what was coming up for the finalists and had no desire to take Izuku's massive cock up her ass. Toru never asked how the brunette knew about the second half of the game. Maybe she should have.

Ibara peeked out from behind her curtain, staring wide-eyed as Ochako bounced up and down on Izuku, her skirt offering no privacy to their coupling. Ibara retreated quickly but not to avert her eyes. She withdrew just enough that it was harder to see how interested she was in this part of the game, in Ochako's lust for Izuku's sin-stick.

Toru chuckled to herself at the description Ibara once used for it. I see you there, Ibara. You want to join in, and everyone knows it but you.

Ochako also didn't account for how short her ride would be.

Yui's face became a mask of frustration. She grabbed the brunette's legs, forcing them apart over Izuku's thighs, breaking her contact with the floor. Ochako yelped in protest when Yui pushed her back, leaning her into Izuku's chest.

"Hah, Oh," Izuku inhaled Ochako's cent, burying his face in her hair.

"Oh, god, Deku," Ochako leaned her head to the side. Izuku didn't need another hint. Whether he heard her or not, he dove in. Izuku found her ear with his teeth, nibbling on her despite the hair in his way.

That was all the opening Yui needed. She pressed harder onto Ochako's thighs, forcing them to split apart as she pressed her face against Ochako's pelvis. She opened wide, lashing her tongue out against Izuku's condom-covered cock up to the quivering lips that surrounded it. Her attack was unexpected, adding to Ochako's sensations as Yui planted kiss after wet, tongue-pronged kiss against her clit.

It was over all too soon. Toru felt pity for her, but it also meant one less competitor in the game.

"Deku! I'm coming! I'm coming on your cock! Oh, god, Deku…" she panted. "I love you," she wept while coming, digging her fingers into Yui's hair.

Heads turned at that remark. Eyes flared in rage at Ochako's flagrant disregard for the rules.

Izuku didn't react. Did he hear her at all?

After she came down from the high of her orgasm, Ochako let go of Yui and leaned back onto Deku, much like Nejire did earlier. She reached behind her, stroking her fingers gently through his hair, across the blindfold, down his cheek.

When the pads on her fingers brushed against his lips, Izuku smiled before adjusting his hips, slowly exploring more of Ochako's pussy. "Uraraka," he breathed.

"Deku," Ochako turned her head to kiss him. Their lips met while she rotated her hips on his cock.

"Hey, you lost, let's move on, Uraraka," Mina teased Ochako, then stood, biting her lip while dismounting the toy shoved deep into her pussy.

Yui sat back, staring at the junction where Ochako's lips surrounded Izuku's dick. The lips were puffy and wet, as was Yui's mouth, saliva, and sexual excitement mingling into a single fluid.

"I'll get you for ruining that moment for me, Ashido," Ochako teased back. Instead of simply standing, she crossed her legs before ascending, using the power of one leg while holding her thighs tightly, one over the other.

It had the desired effect. "Hah," Izuku sighed.

The condom pulled up with her vice-like grip, following Ochako as it tugged up Izuku's length.

"Hmmm," Yui mused in her wordless way, gazing at the lubricant-line that connected Ochako's lips to Izuku's tower until, at last, the line broke. She stood, facing a satisfied Ochako.

"No hard feelings," Ochako whispered before leaning in to lick some of the moisture from Yui's face. The two hummed as their tongues met, tasting each other.

"Alright, you two, break it up and get ready to go on the attack. Oh, and Shiozaki," Nejire called out. "Could you come and fluff the cushion on our Throne, please?"

After the first two chairs were unclasped from their locked positions and removed, Ibara approached with a fresh condom.

Toru walked up close to watch, fascinated by the exchange.

Ibara, innocent, demure, religious Ibara, took hold of the condom, pulling it from Izuku's dick before discarding it into a plastic bag, which she put in her pants pocket. Pants. She was the only woman in the room wearing something other than a skirt. She probably had panties on too, but she was braless just like the rest of them.

The room wasn't cold, but Ibara's traitorous nipples advertised her secret and told them all that she was just as aroused as the rest of them.

The religious objector to the games ripped the condom wrapping with her teeth, a defiant look in her eyes. She glanced accusingly over to Ochako, who smiled at her feat of cock-gripping prowess, almost as if defying the other women in the room to do anything as memorable for Deku's dick as what she accomplished.

The way Ibara's eyes fell onto the shiny head of Izuku's lubricated cock, Toru wondered how strong her convictions were. It looked delicious to Toru, but then again, Toru wasn't in denial.

Ibara took hold of the cock, pointing it skyward while crowning it with the unrolled condom. Toru leaned in further, wondering with awe what it was she saw at the base.

There was a dark circle there. With a startled gasp, Toru realized that the thing she was looking at was a silicone cock ring. Hardened by the pill, numbed by the condom, excited by the toy in his ass, contained by the cock ring, Izuku's erection would serve them while denying him any release.

Toru watched his mouth, panting while Ibara rolled the condom onto him. He made a slight sound, barely a moan, betraying just how excited he was to feel fingers, even gloved ones, on his raw, uncovered cock.

"There, there," Ibara pet the raincoat-covered toy. Her fingers lingered longer than anyone, including her, thought was necessary.

"I think it's time for more music, don't you?" asked Big Sister Nejire.

Ibara emerged from a trance, her vine-hair twitching in embarrassment. "Oh! Yes, of course!"

So, the game went on, and the music started up, each girl remaining in the circle orbiting around Izuku like a pack of hungry wolves. There was no etiquette this evening, no deference for the departing seniors. This was a chance for the ascending Juniors and Freshman to stake their claims, to position themselves for power.

The game was about a lot more than Izuku's dick, despite Ochako's earlier display, forgetting the hierarchy and throwing away her chances to play.

This was about power.

The beat thrummed through their bodies, timing their steps. They eyed each other warily, especially as they orbited closer to Izuku, his cock pulsing as if in rhythm with the music.

Silence. Competition. The Hunt.

An upperclassman lunged for Izuku's cock, reaching to grab it and position herself so that no one else could claim him. Kyoka, however, was vicious as she swooped in for her attack. With a poke from an ear jack, she knocked the elder sister in the sorority sufficiently off-balance that an exaggerated swaying of Kyoka's hips, strong enough to collide into the other woman with a loud smack, left Izuku's tower unguarded for Kyoka's luxurious descent.

By the time the angry Junior rose to make eye contact, it was over. Kyoka winced, taking Izuku down to the root, embedding him until his crown kissed her cervix.

"Haaah," Izuku panted. "Tight!"

Kyoka smirked as she leaned back against the throne, exalting herself as she used his bound arms as hand rests, contouring her fingers into the grooves of his forearms while she adjusted her hips from side to side, getting comfortable in his lap while making him gasp.

Ochako's jaw jutted forward while her eyes simmered.

Kyoka smirked, first at her defeated elder sister, then at her victory over Ochako. Where one of them needed fancy tricks, crossing her legs to torture Izuku's dick, Kyoka did that just by existing.

There was something deliciously wicked about holding title to the tightest pussy in the sisterhood, and Kyoka wasn't about to let any of them forget it.

Her expression of triumph shifted into one of convulsing pleasure when Nejire activated the controller.

Yui deferred to Ochako, letting the brunette extract revenge. Even the aspiring Junior knew to stay out of the Gravity Girl's way.

Kyoka held her legs tightly together while Izuku gritted his teeth behind her. Toru heard him clatter as his jaw trembled, even from five chairs away. Where Ochako rose and fell on Izuku like a berserker, Kyoka used her vice-grip like an assassin, taking down her opponent swiftly, efficiently, and not without smirking pride gracing her lips. Either set.

Toru winced, unseen by anyone when Mina wormed a vibrating toy between the invisible girl's legs. She turned away, forcing Mina to retreat due to her inability to see her target, instead facing the imminent action where Kyoka sat, enthroned on Izuku's dick.

Ochako's eyes promised murderous revenge. Toru bit her lip, finding more arousal there than in the vibrating toy deep inside her. There was no plan in Ochako's gaze, just cruel intent. Then, Toru saw the shift.

Ochako's smirk was a promise, a prelude to her attack.

Kyoka was so fucked. Toru didn't want to miss this.

Ochako sauntered back to the circle, kneeling at Kyoka's feet. It seemed such a subservient position, but Toru and the others knew the power there, the undisturbed access the pose offered in an erotic encounter.

Kyoka knew it, too, which was why she kept her legs closed, sinking deeper onto Izuku's cock as she wedged herself between his chair-bound legs.

Kyoka gasped when Ochako removed her half-gloves, revealing the pads on all her fingertips, weaponizing herself for what she about to do to Kyoka.

One tap on Kyoka's knee was all it took, a simple gesture of "Hey, spread your legs for me," and Kyoka was doomed, no longer fettered by gravity. Instinctively she gripped harder onto Izuku's forearms and reached back with her feet, tucking them behind his calves. Kyoka, in desperation, even used her long ear jacks to tie herself down into Izuku's armpits, her sharp points grazing his skin as they quickly encircled his shoulders.

Still, this position left Kyoka's legs open for Ochako's access while simultaneously unable to gyrate up and down safely on Izuku's dick.

"Oh, Kyoka," Nejire contentedly sighed while turning in her chair, flanked by several Juniors on either side of her. "If you float off, you're still Enemy Number One until someone comes."

Kyoka bared her teeth, clamping her jaw as she focused hard on keeping her body in place. "I'm staying right here," she seethed. "Kinda romantic, huh Uraraka? I'm anchored to the ground by Midoriya's dick."

Ochako glared up at Kyoka from underneath furrowed brows, giving her a feral, possessively beastly appearance.

The zero-gravity heroine smiled sweetly for Kyoka, though, when she reached between the sonar girl's legs, grasping her clit between a vibrating toy on her index finger and her padded thumb. "You're not in a good position to taunt me, Jiro. You can't move up and down, and without that, you're just a human fleshlight on him, one that isn't moving. You won't make him come, and without that, you're out of the game."

Ochako reached over with her other hand and raised the vibration level, forcing Kyoka to hang on for dear life.

"You won't," Kyoka stopped talking as drool escaped the corner of her mouth.

Ochako reached up, sliding her fingers up Kyoka's shirt. "You have a tight pussy," Ochako mused. "But you know what else you have, Jiro?"

Kyoka's eyes widened in anticipation and horror.

"You have delicious looking nipples," Ochako smiled, pulling Kyoka's top up to expose her small, pert breasts. The fabric dragged, forcing her tiny mounds upward, stretching the underside as they came into view until suddenly, they popped out, falling free from her tight shirt, open, ready, and vulnerable.

Ochako leaned in, altering her grip on the other girl's clit, focusing, and pressing the vibrating toy directly onto Kyoka's defiant clit. Ochako breathed out against Kyoka's nipple before diving lip, giving a long circular lick. Then she took the entire rose-capped tip into her mouth, suckling on it gently, nibbling, and she drew it deeper into her mouth, capturing it.

"Hah, oh shit!" Kyoka complained, but her eyes were defiant. "You're not going to get me off, not before he comes hard inside me!"

Ochako smiled wickedly around Kyoka's nipple before pulling on it with her teeth. Even with her mouth closed, several of the women nearby heard Ochako's tongue lap wetly, a buzz of motion, which Kyoka was helpless to stop.

"Oh, fuck," Kyoka panted.

"Jirou," Izuku hissed through his teeth.

Ochako's eyes flared open, whites exposed with jealous rage as she glared up into Kyoka's smirking face. Izuku recognized Ochako the moment her padded fingers brushed his lips but feeling Kyoka's tight walls choking him like a vice was all Izuku needed to know who he was fucking.

"He's close," Kyoka taunted. "He's a long way ahead of me. Think you're able to catch me up, finish me before I finish him, Uraraka?" She swayed her hips from side to side, inspiring a growl deep in Izuku's throat.

Ochako's smile promised cruelty, unlike anything Kyoka could have guessed.

"Release," Ochako whispered.

Kyoka choked, gargling on her surprise when her body's mass suddenly weighed her down. She fell onto his cock, pressing it deep and hard into herself, assisted by how hard she pulled herself down, redoubled by her sudden reunion with Earth's gravity.

"Hah!" Kyoka shuddered, gasping in shock. "Oh, fuck!"

Ochako leaped in, gripping onto Kyoka's juicing lips just above where they smeared themselves as they dragged down around Izuku's rampaging dick. The gravity heroine clamped down hard on Kyoka's other nipple, no longer letting it sit there ignored this whole time. Once again, Kyoka was weightless, scrambling to hold onto Izuku while forcing herself down onto him to keep her grip on his condom-covered dick steady.

"Release," Ochako hissed through her teeth, forcing Kyoka back down, hard, onto Izuku's upthrusting cock. Now that he felt the rhythm Ochako set for Kyoka, he played along, thrusting up into her to meet her gravity-induced downstrokes.

Kyoka was caught, trapped between Izuku's desires and Ochako's jealous fingers and tongue. Toru didn't know whether to pity her or wish to be where she was. She settled on option two.

Everyone saw Kyoka's leg twitch, her ear jacks undulating with the stress of containing her sensations, of not giving in. She was hurtling towards a cliff, and no one offered to rescue her.

Once again, Ochako swept her fingers along Kyoka's wet slit, only this time, she reached deeper. She let go of Kyoka's body and used her free hand, the one without a buzzing toy on the tip, to hook into Kyoka's exposed pussy, worming a finger up into it alongside Izuku's stone-hard cock.

All Ochako needed to do was lift. After all, Kyoka was weightless. The songstress grappled hard, gripping herself down onto Izuku's body with every ounce of strength she had, but Izuku's upthrusting cock knocked her off balance, and she was slipping. If she wasn't careful, she'd float right off him and still be at Ochako's mercy.

Toru saw Kyoka's desperation as the woman hooker her arms under Izuku's, pulling down with desperate, adrenaline-fueled strength.

"Release," Ochako smirked.

Kyoka impaled herself hard, falling until her outer lips kissed Izuku's balls while she wedged her petite frame in between his legs.

"Ack," Izuku gargled down his complaint as Kyoka's weight against his scrotum tortured him, driving him away from his impending orgasm. Kyoka, though, bore the full brunt of Izuku's weapon pressing against every nerve ending inside her at once, spreading her open with his broad base while battering down the undefended gates of her womb.

Kyoka was the tightest among them. She also never took Izuku to the root, not like just now. Kyoka's eyes turned upward and back into her skull as she convulsed, her legs spasming while her smirk transitioned into chaos as she lost control of herself.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" Kyoka screamed. Ochako's smile said it all. Her revenge was complete.

Well played, Ochako, Toru admitted to herself.

Kyoka fell forward into Ochako's embrace. Toru watched, fascinated as Ochako pulled, helping Kyoka dismount off Izuku's dick. The exit was loud, wet, a popping vacancy that, even while the others watched, still opened and closed with anticipation, as if begging for more fulfillment.

Toru bit her lips. She wanted to feel that, that desperate desire to let the orgasms Izuku inspired continue, to let them destroy her. Not yet, she reminded herself. Soon. Just another turn or two around these stupid chairs.

The buzzing toys stopped, and the rest of them ascended.

Izuku's cock inflamed, red and angry, beating quickly in tune to his racing heart. He swelled up, stretching the condom and black ring at the base to the point that it looked horribly uncomfortable.

"Can he even come like that?" Itsuka asked.

"Oh, yes," Nejire nodded enthusiastically. "He absolutely can! Not only that, Izuku stores up his excitement, backing up his come until the pressure explodes. He can launch it out a few meters if you tease him long enough!" Nejire broke decorum as she often did when someone asked a question that captivated her interest, breaking the game's rhythm as she wandered closer to where Izuku sat there, panting, waiting for the next pussy that would swallow up his cock.

She tilted his head to the side, letting her eyes wander up and down his muscled body, admiring the nail marks Kyoka left on his arms. "He knew Uraraka and Jirou without needing to see or hear them. That's impressive with a condom on. I wonder if he's memorized all of us, what we feel like inside. Ohhh, that sounds like an idea for a fun game! Awww, after tomorrow, I'm not going to be President anymore, though, and the whole day is full of ceremonies!"

"I'll tell you how that game goes. If you'd like, you can be a special guest for it, even," Momo rested her hand on their Big Sister's shoulder, offering her some consolation regarding all the fun she'd miss once she graduated.

"Oh, you're all the best!" Nejire hugged her adorable and deviant little disciple, the sister she'd groomed to take her place.

Toru didn't think about it at the time. She just accepted it. Gazing back through the lens of memory, though, it finally struck her: Izuku sat there, being talked about, while the rest of them bonded. He was a prop for them, something they used, and they told themselves it was okay because he got to come. After all, he got to have sex with all of them, like it was some divine gift they all blessed him with like goddesses for a chosen mortal.

Time held still as Toru examined the scene further, freezing her memory in place.

Izuku's lips trembled, his eyes and ears hidden away. His teeth chattered against each other. She ignored the symptoms back then. Effects that she gave him with those fucking pills.

Toru, you fucking idiot. She would have kicked herself if not for the noise it would make. That Viagra was laced! It was so obvious now. Of course, if she paid attention, she'd have figured it out back then, but she was enjoying herself too much. All of them were.

Toru chewed the inside of her cheek as she pursed her lips into a tight knot. She desperately wanted to bite her nails but was afraid she'd make noise. Izuku and Toshinori hadn't broken their comfortable silence up front.

Who gave her the pills just before the game started? Toru filed through her memory for long enough that she frustrated herself. Then she remembered something Izuku said to Melissa about that night, about who he didn't want to think about when they were having phone sex.

Momo.

Momo gave Toru those pills! Of course. Hero students would never risk buying the kinds of drugs laced into those pills, but if someone could just make them by knowing the chemical composition, then a small batch for personal use would never get caught.

The game changed for Toru, no longer reliving it with the emotions and sense of erotic wonder she felt at the time. She stared in horror as the music started again, as her body moved following the beat, propelling it against her will, syncing to the memory she no longer wanted to be part of.

Momo!

The raven beauty maneuvered herself perfectly to take Izuku the moment the music stopped. Mina tried to compete for his lap, but Itsuka bumped into the pink heroine on her way to a free seat. Was that planned? Were Momo and Itsuka collaborating? Toru thought about it. Everyone knew about Kyoka's infatuation with Momo, the way she orbited their rising President-elect. Itsuka's relationship with their future leader was somewhat more subdued.

If they were working together, no one would see it coming. Toru had no proof, but she resolved to figure this out.

Momo bit her lip while slowly descending onto Izuku's dick, whimpering despite being assisted by the lubrication she'd prepared like the rest of them.

Izuku's shaking jaw quivered open, a silent moan on his lips.

"Momo," he whispered.

Toru heard him.

Izuku struggled against the binding that contained his arms, drawing them inward as if he needed to hold her as if the contact he had with her through his condom-sheathed cock simply wasn't enough. "Momo," he spoke sternly.

Everyone heard him. The game changed with Izuku's declaration. He knew Uraraka by the pads on her fingers, Jirou by how tight she was, but he knew Momo by her first name. Was it her smell? Was he that familiar with the feel of her soft ass against his pelvis, the shape of her lips as they grasped his cock? What was it about her that called out to him so desperately that he tried to escape his seat?

"I'm here, Izuku," Momo spoke to him, soft enough to be a whisper, loud enough that the others heard her. Did he? There was no way. It seemed impossible. "Relax, it's fine, you're fine. You're with me." She stroked her fingers soothingly along his forearms, tracing along the scratch marks Kyoka left there, edging, dancing along his scars.

Toru stared, transfixed, seeing details she didn't notice before.

Momo leaned, nestling herself into Izuku's lap as she laid her body against his chest, using him like a backrest. She reached up, stretching, before drawing her hands back, her fingers dancing down his face, his lips, his neck.

The way he responded to her touch confirmed Toru's suspicions. Momo knew that his exposed skin was sensitive beyond all measure, that his lips, face, and neck, everything, all of him, was a vast erotic canvas for her to manipulate, to play like an instrument. The way to use Izuku for this game wasn't rising and falling on his cock. The drug-stimulated nerves on his skin were more than enough and far easier to reach.

Momo seemed unconcerned when Kyoka unbuttoned her blouse, her tits falling, so heavy that they undulated when they bounced. She turned her eyes back to stare at Izuku while he shivered under her spell.

"Momo, please," Izuku begged, but he never finished, never said what it was he needed from her.

Momo turned in place, trailing her legs across his as she sat side-saddle. She pressed one of her exposed nipples into his upper abs while extending herself to graze his jaw with her lips. Her movements were too slow, too intentional, for anyone to understand what she was doing.

He was primed like a pump, ready to explode under the pressure the others inspired in him. All someone had to do was find the release switch. Momo zeroed in on it, knowing him far more intimately than she should for how aloof she usually was with him.

Toru narrowed her eyes in the backseat of the car, but all she saw was Momo. Her smile was sweet, relishing the victory. She leaned in and spoke directly into Izuku's covered ear.

Toru was good at reading lips. She never understood what it was Momo said, why it would be so important.

"I have you," was all Momo said to him, trailing her lips across his cloth-covered ears.

"Momo," Izuku bent the metal chair's armrest as he pulled his arms closer, struggling to hold her close. He lifted his fingers to graze against her side-turned thigh, just above her knee.

"Let go," she said calmly, stroking her fingers into his hair.

Toru marveled at the emotional intimacy of what Momo did to Izuku. Where the others simply attacked his dick, Momo directed her focus off it and onto the rest of him, onto the real him.

"I, oh Momo, I," Izuku never finished, but Toru could read lips.

Love.

"Haaa," Izuku shook, his spine rattling as he sent powerful convulsions down the metal chair into the floor around them.

"Take me with you, Izuku, let me have you," Momo called to him.

Light burst from somewhere under his mask. Izuku's muscular frame obscured Toru's view, but there was light from somewhere below, down where Izuku and Momo bodies joined together.

"Yes, that's it," Momo's smile was serene, yet there was uncertainty there. Hurt.

Was Momo acting? Was the affection she showed him real? Toru couldn't tell no matter how many times she replayed the events in her head.

If her feelings were true, then Momo's heart had to bleed, just a trickle at least, as she turned away from Izuku to stand, revealing her triumph for the others to see. Momo's sad serenity broke, replaced by a victorious grin as the sisterhood stared at the obscene glob of comes ballooning the condom around Izuku's trapped cock.

The buzzing stopped.

"Well, someone came, so it's time for the next round," Nejire clapped excitedly. "Alright, Yaoyorozu gets a free pass. Fair is fair. Still, no one got disqualified this round from coming, which is going to make the next round intense: remove two chairs, ladies!"

Momo gestured to the sidelines, not even bothering to rebutton her blouse. "Shiozaki, would you mind replacing our mascot's condom again?"

Ibara rose from her seat and pulled back the curtain. First, she glanced at Momo's enormous, proud tits, turning her eyes away as if judging them not worth her notice. That didn't bother Momo, who discarded her blouse, no longer pretending that there was any modesty worth preserving in this game.

Toru watched Ibara's world break when the woman's eyes moved to regard Izuku. The lines raked into his arms, the blush spreading across his neck and chest, his panting breath, but most of all, his angry, swollen cock, defiant even as it held up his spent seed. Tiny protrusions drained the white fluid down, forming small rivulets that crisscrossed over his wet skin, but none escaped, not from the tight rings at his base. The condom and the cock ring worked together, ensuring that no sperm, not one cell, would find freedom.

"Oh, Izuku," she dropped all pretense of indifference and rushed to his side. She rested her hands against his face. "Oh, you're burning up."

"Kyoka," Momo called over. "Would you mind getting him some water?"

"Oh," the petite woman practically squeaked. "Yes, of course." Ochako, saying nothing, wandered closer, wondering what was happening to Izuku. Her worries etched across her face, broadcasting her feeling to everyone else in the room, everyone but the one man too blind to see them, bound and sightless as he was on that chair.

"Oh, my," Nejire wandered over. "Is Izuku dehydrated? Will he be alright? Should we stop the game? Do you think he needs anything other than water?"

"Deku," Ochako wandered clover, practically hovering with anxiety.

"Maybe we should restore his circulation?" Tsuyu mused aloud.

"Circulation?" Ibara asked, confused. She sat on the edge of the chair next to him, avoiding letting her ass touch the offending toy sticking impudently, wetly in the air. Ibara's lip curled with disgust. Toru felt tempted to conjecture about who sat there before but held her observations in check.

Tsuyu wasted no time, getting on her knees between Izuku's legs. She pulled the condom off, rolling it slowly before tying it into a lewd balloon. Ibara opened up a plastic bag she pulled from her pocket, and the frog heroine discarded the condom right away.

Then, before anyone else could react, Tsuyu let her tongue wander from the tip of Izuku's cock down to the ring at the base. She looped her tongue in, wedging it between his straining dick and the silicone trapping him.

Izuku sighed with relief before grunting as Tsuyu used her tongue to pull the ring loose, gliding it up and over his cock, one centimeter at a time. She took advantage of the copious fluids gathered around his dick, using them to slide the ring away easily, his come mingling with the lubricants that coated the condom's interior. As she pulled the ring higher, he released more semen from the slit at his tip, as if it were trapped, and Tsuyu's efforts freed the last remnants of his orgasm.

Ibara stared, unable to take her eyes off Izuku's cock as it drooled out the last of his seed. She chewed on her lower lip while stifling a moan in her throat.

When the ring finally popped free, Izuku's dick spasmed, erupting with a long stream of backed-up come. As thanks for her efforts, Tsuyu received the entire load on her face. Ibara gasped in shock, but Tsuyu laughed. "Don't worry. He's covered me with a lot more than that."

"I never knew," Ibara's voice trailed off when Tsuyu leaned forward to engulf Izuku's dick with her mouth.

"Oh, Tsuyu, oh fuck," he said. He twitched against her lips while she wrapped circles around him with her tongue, massaging his dick, paying particular attention to the swollen red ring that marked where the silicone once contained him.

"I brought water and, oh, wow, that's not what I was expecting," Kyoka remarked after descending again into the basement. Still, when Ibara rose and gestured her over, Kyoka strode forward and handed both water in a bottle and a wet washcloth to the vine-haired celibate.

Water in hand, Ibara descended, offering the cool liquid to Izuku's lips. Izuku leaned his head back, trusting Ibara to tilt the bottle further, letting him guzzle it down.

Toru stared at a trickle that escaped the corner of his mouth. It trailed down his neck, pooled briefly in the groove above his collarbone before breaking the dam of his protruding chest, where it slipped across the vast, smooth surface of his skin to disappear into nothingness. His chest expanded with each shuddering breath before falling, tightening up as she watched, hinting at the hidden power he kept inside him. At the time, she found it hot. Looking back, it felt like she saw a vital need, something of Izuku's they all ignored.

Toru ignored it too. All she saw at the time was a guy getting a blowjob while another woman offered him water from a bottle. Replace water with some grapes, and you'd have a scene closer to an orgy from antiquity.

Itsuka walked up behind him to stand alongside Kyoka, breaking into the circle through the space granted by missing chairs. She untied the blindfold, letting the thick silk fall away. Izuku shut his eyes tightly before blinking rapidly.

His pupils were beyond dilated. The usual green of his eyes seemed almost nonexistent, obscured by overwhelming darkness, merely event horizons where they were once lush fields.

Toru listened for someone, anyone, to say something about Izuku's eyes.

"Deku," Ochako spoke up before pushing herself to sit on the other side of him, opposite Ibara. "Your eyes, Deku!"

Tsuyu un-slithered her tongue from where it bathed his cock with affection, withdrawing it into her mouth. She rose on her knees, gaining in height until she climbed up to meet him eye to eye. "He's super-dilated. That level of dilation isn't normal."

"I'm fine," Izuku smiled for them. "I feel great. We can keep playing."

"You're sure?" Itsuka asked.

Toru didn't pay attention at the time, but Momo's silence was deafening. Say something, damn it!

"I'm sure," Izuku leaned his head to the side, letting his cheek rest against Ibara's caressing hand.

"You're hot," the vine-haired woman said.

"Thanks," Izuku winked at her. "I always wondered what you thought of me."

Ibara leaned close while Ochako and Tsuyu stared with wide eyes.

"Tell me you want to stop, right now, and I'll free you," Ibara whispered, pleading with him. Her nails dug into his thigh, dangerously close to his epicenter, to the one place they all knew she wanted to touch but wouldn't let herself, not without some official-sounding excuse.

"Kiss me," Izuku whispered back. "Tell me how you feel about me inside."

What an odd response, Toru mused. What was he saying underneath those words? Was there more to this, or was Izuku having fun? His cock remained steadfast, pointing up as reliably as a compass, though it throbbed, wobbled, like whoever held that compass was lost, fumbling to find their way.

Ibara leaned in and tilted her head to the side. Her lips brushed Izuku's gently. With half-lidded eyes, Izuku pressed deeper into the kiss, and Ibara joined him as if he'd pulled her in despite his chair-bound arms. She moaned, a hum stifled by their passion.

When they parted, Ibara was panting for air just like Izuku was, their chests rising and falling, synced together. From the pulsing of Izuku's cock, Toru wondered if their hearts fell to the same rhythm.

"I can't," Ibara whispered. "It's against the rules."

At last, Momo moved in, the sisterhood parting for her like pigeons scattering from her stride. Tsuyu stood and got out of her way while both Ibara and Ochako leaned back to occupy their seats. Itsuka and Kyoka stood back, watching silently while the drama unfolded. The other members remained on the sidelines, observing how the authority structure played out without Nejire's guiding hand.

"You're doing such a good job for us, Izuku," Momo's tone was glowing, an ember of sensuality mixed in with the praise. Her breasts hung free, and she used that to her advantage, grasping his attention by kneeling between his feet, hanging over his pelvis, just low enough to guide his straining wet dick between her soft tits. She sandwiched him there, enveloping him. He looked down and moaned when she pinched her nipples while pressing her pliant bosom around him.

"You remember the rules, right? The winner gets to have you as her companion all night, Izuku. Do you want to find out who gets to spend that time with you?" She pouted. "I hope it's me."

"Momo," Izuku moaned. Ochako bit her lip right next to him. "I remember."

"Do you want to know the part of this game that I'm looking forward to the most, Izuku?" Momo's smile was demure, seductive as if she didn't already have him by his cock.

Izuku nodded like a stoned idiot. "Tell me," he begged.

Momo lowered her lips and extended her tongue, tasting the pool of excitement at the tip of his cock while rubbing the base of his tower with her soft skin.

She teased his crown with her teeth, a playful nip. Then she licked her lips, and he groaned. "Whoever spends the night with you doesn't have to follow any rules. You both can do whatever you want, say whatever you want."

Ibara glared at Momo with molten fire in her eyes. Her hair writhed like serpents behind her head. Ochako's fist was tight enough that the chair beneath her complained as she gripped the seat. Itsuka, still in the game as an active player, had a less extreme but still noteworthy reaction. She placed her hands on Izuku's shoulders from behind, stroking along his skin while the smile she displayed told everyone that Itsuka already knew what she'd do with him.

This was all new information. No one explained that rule in advance. No one.

It was Nejire's game, so how did Momo know this much about the prize?

"Are you ready to play some more?" Momo asked, and Toru knew what Izuku's answer would be before he even had a chance to nod his head. He was thoroughly enchanted, and for him, there would be no escape.

"I can hardly wait," Izuku said, an eager smile on his face.

Wait, that's not how the memory went.

Toru tore herself back to the present. They were almost there, already turning off the exit that led to the international airport.

"You might have to wait," his mentor teased him while making a right turn. "She's been flying for fourteen hours, plus all those time zone changes. Let her rest before you resume your last conversation with her."

"Oh, god, you're never going to let me live that down, are you?" Izuku despaired, but he was still smiling.

"Not on your life!" Toshinori's smile would never die as he amused himself at Izuku's expense.

"Still," Izuku's smile was bright. "It'll be amazing to have her here in person. You have no idea how much it means to me that she's come all this way."

The retired pro cast a sideways glance, a happy one, to his successor. "You're both taking a big step. I'm happy for you, both of you."

Izuku blushed. Toru wanted to tell him he looked adorable and even considered wishing him good luck.

They pulled up to the curb outside the baggage terminal with minimal fuss despite the traffic. The young hero-to-be leaped from the passenger side before turning around and opening the rear door, extracting the welcoming sign from where it rested next to Toru.

Toru never saw him this happy outside of their hero work. She wondered if Melissa would be good to him like he deserved. For the first time, she considered keeping her journey a secret, of finding her way back and saying she got lost following him.

Now, though, a far more pressing problem loomed in front of her. When Izuku returned with Melissa, how would Toru keep up her stealth mission and avoid them finding her?

Logically, she figured that Izuku and Melissa would try to sit next to each other. If that were the case, they'd occupy the back seat together. Unless Toru climbed over and into the front seat, she was doomed. There wasn't a way to do that, though, without All Might noticing.

Her only hope was that the older pro would get out of the car to greet them when Melissa emerged, likely with Izuku holding her luggage. Hopefully, none of that would get chucked into the front seat or onto Toru.

If it all fell apart and they discovered her, she'd have to run out into the crowded airport and call someone to pick her up. Maybe she should do that anyway, the moment Izuku opened the door.

All Might drove the car at the directive of a traffic attendant, taking it for a loop around the airport. "I hope you'll find happiness, Young Midoriya," he spoke as though the younger man were still next to him. "You're the only family I have, and your smile means the world to me."

Toru winced. They'd not just hurt Izuku. They, all of them, hurt All Might. No one thought of it that way when they meted out their unique lifestyle, pleasure, punishment, and all that fell in between those extremes.

All Might's grin took on a mischievous flair, a smirk that knew no wrong. "I hope you won't mind how thoroughly I've set you up."

Toru covered her mouth, wondering what their teacher was up to, recalling how close the man came to calling Izuku out for living with Momo, which implied he knew about Izuku living with Sigma Epsilon. Now she had to stick this out, had to find out. What was All Might planning for Izuku and Melissa?

Wait, no. Toshinori was only talking about Izuku. What scheme was the retired pro concocting?

Her thoughts were interrupted when Toshinori pulled the car over to the curb again, not far from where he parked it the last time. He waved, spotting the pair before she did.

Toru struggled not to gasp. Izuku walked proudly, a smile plastered across his entire face while carrying Melissa's two suitcases, ignoring the fact they had rollers. His arms, shoulders, and chest pulsed and flexed under his shirt enticingly.

He had several lipstick marks on his face. From Melissa's grin, Toru knew that Izuku wasn't aware of that yet. Smart girl, Toru thought to herself, marking her territory so publicly.

Toshinori opened his door and unbuckled but left the car running. It beeped in protest, but to Toru, that beep was a fanfare, a marching order compelling her to move. She scrambled over the central console to sit up front in the passenger seat, glad to get out of the way before Izuku and his new girlfriend slid in behind her.

She barely made it in time, only sparing one moment to sigh in relief before she heard the hard clack of the door open next to her. Not the rear door, but the front passenger door. Oh no. Did Izuku forget something up here?

"Nonsense," she overheard All Might speak up after setting a gleeful Melissa back on her feet from their hug. "You both get in the back. Besides, there's plenty of room in the trunk!"

Wait, what? What were they talking about?

"We don't want to use you like a chauffeur, Uncle Might. You're already helping us so much!" Melissa held onto him, almost pleading with him.

"Yeah, why don't you let me drive? That way, you'll have more energy for the drive back," Izuku's considerate smile drove an arrow into Toru's heart.

"I'll hear no more of this! You two lovebirds just get in the backseat and get cuddly, but please remember I have ears and a rearview mirror! I don't want another scene like earlier," he winked while Izuku rolled his head back to groan skyward.

Melissa giggled. "You win, Uncle Might," she got on her toes to kiss his cheek, and Toru swore that he blushed.

Izuku popped open the trunk before placing Melissa's things in, sliding his duffel bags off to the side to make room for her. He put his backpack on top of the suitcases once they were secure, then shut the trunk, all while Melissa watched him with dim, sleepy, but hungry eyes.

Toru couldn't blame her one bit. Izuku was a stacked dish of delicious steak, one she still craved.

Melissa reached for the rear door, but Izuku beat her to it, opening the door for her. "After you," he said with mock formality.

"You're so silly," the blonde said while adjusting her glasses. She kissed Izuku's cheek, marking another spot that was still unblemished by her lipstick. "Don't change that, though. Please," she smiled up into his face before he kissed her hand and guided her to sit down.

All Might's smile couldn't get any larger. He looked like his face might split apart at the seams. Toru didn't watch Izuku slide in after Melissa, instead gazing forward, her back as neutral as possible so she wouldn't make even one scuffled noise on the seat.

After Izuku shut the door, he whispered to Melissa. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you."

"I hope that's not a corny line," she laughed. "Because I've wanted nothing but to be back here next to you all day."

Toru shut her eyes, wincing. She wished she'd told Izuku the same thoughts and feelings, let him know that she wanted him, all of him, as a whole.

Through her eyelids, she saw Toshinori looking in at the two lovebirds while shutting the front passenger door. His eyes slid over her location; what his eyes would undoubtedly tell him was an empty seat.

There was a sad quality to his smile just then as his eyes lingered over where Toru sat. His jovial nature burst through that moment, though, and he resumed his trek around the front of the car to get back into the driver's seat.

Toru wondered if she imagined it all. There was no way he knew she was here, no way he'd silently allow her to intrude on Izuku and Melissa's privacy.

She turned to stare at All Might as he adjusted the mirrors and buckled himself in. His knowing smile made her wonder how much he knew about Izuku's stay with them at the sorority, whether he knew about her spying. If he did know more than he let on, even to Izuku, what was he doing about it? Why hadn't he stepped in before now?

Toru silently pondered that, knowing she wasn't in one of Momo's games anymore. This felt like a much bigger, much more elaborate chess gambit than even their Big Sister would scheme up.

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A Note from the Author

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We made it! I fulfilled my goal and wrote 40,000 words in March, making up for my nine-day break in February! I'm back on track for writing 1,000 words a day!

Life's been full of activity. We're working tirelessly on our mission to start our family, which is just me saying that my wife is working, and I'm supporting her however I can. We're going the invasive medical route, which is hard on her, so any thoughts, prayer, and love sent her way are all appreciated!

I thought I divided my chapter in half, but it looks like there will be a part three to Toru's Odyssey. Then we can finally learn about what's in those Journals, and the chaos Izuku left behind. However, it's time to continue with my rotation. From now on, though, my cycle will move in 20,000-word chunks. If I don't reach a good stopping point, I will go over that limit. The higher wordcount per update will let me make big multi-chapter progress dents in all my works before continuing to the next. You all will end up waiting longer for a specific fic, but you'll get more to read when each update.

Also, in between each fic update, I'm devoting 20,000 words to my novel. My goal is to prepare a new draft by the end of the year, stick under a limit of 120,000 words, and still write over 300,000 words this year.

After my first major foray into the novel, I'm returning to The Reflection in the Viridescent Mirror. Then I'm bringing you all a brand-new story before I continue and finish my rotation with Izuku's Time Traveling Babysitting Service. After that, the cycle starts again with My Green Sun Prince Academia.

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I look forward to seeing you all when I release the next chapter!