Nejire felt dumbfounded by the lack of intel about this awesome wonder. If she would've known that Izuku's asspussy was this invigoratingly addictive, she would have claimed him a long time ago. Her dick violently spasmed as the spunk continued spurting out. It, too, was sensitive and felt unworthy of entering Izuku's secret place. Momentarily, she stared at her swollen shaft. Her veins protruded angrily and her balls were heavy as they craved more of his asspussy.

Lying inches away was the sleeping damsel, unaware of the things that she was doing to him. In the center was his pussy. Should it be called a pussy, the cyan-haired teen thought to herself. In her years of topping her male and female classmates, she had to consider his ass as an upper echelon - top-notch! She barely stuck her cock in there and already creamed herself inside of him. Normally, she would gradually adjust inside of her mate, giving them a second to adjust. Frankly, she was nice. It didn't matter if she tore anything, virgin or non-virgin, ravishing the hole was the goal to sate her appetite and nothing further.

Nine times out of ten, it was her cock sleeves who cleaned their mess and walked away shamefully, leaving them insatiable and begging for more. It was Katsuki who desired her the most. No longer did she have to entice or force Amajiki or Toogata to fetch him as the cocksleeve begged for her bone like a famished puppy dog. Quite the pity to have let him go. By now, his pussy is loose like a whore and what good can a worn-out onahole do for her?

And speaking of loose pussy, while sedating Izuku, she received images from her phone of Tamaki and Mirio enjoying their new cocksleeve. Dressed in 2B from NieR: Automata attire, Mirio and Tamaki took full advantage of giving Nejire's now-secondhand toy a new home. Nejire took pleasure to see that it didn't take the slut no time to adjust to his new masters. She would have to say about her boys, double penetration added a nice touch for the slutty Bakugo. She should have considered it, but the past was the past.

Her cream leaked profusely out of his asspussy, soiling the sheets below him. She was amazed by the sight. Sporting a skirt, appearing slutty, and his hard dick dangling unconsciously. It, too, wanted stimulation or at least a release. That alone prompted a smile. "Those little twats did an excellent job training their cocksleeve. It is quite a dismay really that I would have to take 'her' out of their hands. If anything, it would give them perspective on the field of economics. Whatever I monopolize, becomes mine!" Spitting on her hand, she used it as lubricant as she was preparing for a second attempt inside his hole. She would call it her maiden voyage as it was her first time entering such an immaculate cavern. And she was going to make sure to savor each and every moment of this.

Feeling that the prep work was finished, she got on her knees and crawled into the bed. Excitedly eager to poke through his womb, she knew that was a night that she wouldn't get any sleep. She was going to make sure that this dicking would make him stagger, the kind that would wake up chiropractors and dentists. Any orifice untouched will be touched by the wicked mind of his new mistress.

There was a knock at the door. That immediately soured her mood. Amajiki and Toogata knew better not to disturb her without texting her first. However, she doubted it was them.

She climbed out of bed and went to retrieve her bathrobe. Hoping that it was a solicitor or one of their classmates, putting on a cutesy, flirty tone and showing a little cleavage should scurry them off. She was a barely legal teen but according to the wandering eyes of the faculty, potential jailbait.

Looking through the peephole, her frown was exchanged for a seductive glare. Loosening her bathrobe, she opened the door for her guest. Before the guest could speak, she pulled them in.

"What took you so long?" Nejire took hold of her guest's flushed cheeks. Stroking them gently and tenderly, her amorous eyes were staring at her guest's breasts. Taking her hand, she spread the pink-haired teen's blouse, side to side. "Hmm? Can't answer my question, sweetness?!" Nejire stuck out her tongue as she pressed the pinkette's body against the door. She pried her legs apart, locking her knee in the place where her groin resided.

"You know me. Fashionably late as usual." The pinkette didn't resist. That was how she was usually greeted by the most adorable girl in the world. Yuyu welcomed Nejire's kiss to her neck, involuntarily moaning as her wettest muscle lathered her exposed flesh. Nejire didn't stop there, using her free hand to rub over Yuyu's groin, inciting further moans. The cyan-haired member of Big 3 found it sexy to make a person melt like putty. However, Yuyu was different. This was her best friend. She wasn't like her usual cocksleeves - disposable, expendable, and replaceable.

"Mmm…Nejire!" Yuyu tried to muster her word but was already seduced by Nejire's hand and body. Juices were leaking from her pussy. She didn't have to speak or move. Her pleasant smile alone was enough to make her wet. But she knew her best friend, knowing that within that smile, something else moved her. And that alone was enough to make her love her more.

Nejire nibbled her ear before stopping. She pecked Yuyu on the cheek before parting ways. "What took so long? Really?" The latter was spoken in a more serious tone.

"I had detention." Yuyu lowered her gaze. "Don't ask why."

"Spying on the girls in gym class or those fey choir boys you fancy with their 'wrestling?'"

"A bit of both. I was caught with a spy cam." She dropped her head. "One more demerit and I am suspended."

Nejire cupped Yuyu's cheeks. "Oh, sweetness. Have to be careful next time. Our investors are paying a pretty penny to see their dames and damsels get a bit kinky." She then gripped the pinkette's cheek tightly. "Wouldn't want to become a cocksleeve, wouldn't you?"

Yuyu shook her head in disagreement. "Nuh-huh, no way! No way do I want to be anyone's cocksleeve." She then dropped her head. "Just yours, mistress!"

The cyan-haired teen smiled, feeling pleased that her power as a mistress and Queen Bee remained potent as the milk that was brewing in her balls. "Glad that you see your place." She let go of the pinkette's cheek. "Got a surprise for you."

Yuyu's eyes darted at the bed — lying in an unconscious form was the boy that Nejire had coveted for quite some time. She wasn't really that surprised. Nejire always gets what she wants. Whether boy or girl, trans or futanari, whatever she desires, she gets. No doesn't exist in her vocabulary.

"Well, well, well, you made it happen." Yuyu whistled as she walked to the bed. She eyed the unconscious teen, looking like Sleeping Beauty — if Sleeping Beauty was a trap and already filled to the brim with milk that was already seeping out of his asspussy.

"This boy toy was mine from the beginning. It was just delivery pending."

"You do know that this was Kendou and Kodai's boy."

"And…so what?" Nejire placed her hands on her hips. "You must have me confused with a person who actually gives a damn." She scoffed. "Those cunts wouldn't even be worth the crusty socks I use to wipe myself off." She then eyed Izuku. "This kind of merchandise doesn't even belong to wretched, worthless shrews like them. They aren't even worth the homeless people I pay to seek after cocksleeves that have buyer's remorse or feel they have to tell Nezu."

"Wow! That's a bold statement."

"Bold as the stain on their dirty drawers. They are the bottom of the bottom, the losers of the losers," retorted Nejire. "I have seen dikes that can make floods better than those skanks. Midoriya was a fluke."

"And Bakugo?"

"That onahole? His uses have ceased. Mirio and Tamaki always enjoyed my sloppy seconds."

Yuyu understood by now that was how Nejire operated. Any of her cocksleeves, precious merchandise, or toys that longer entertained her, bored her, or threatened to involve the proper authorities, she handled them with swift force. There was no resistance. Many people feared her for those who really know her know what she was capable of. And who was going to stop her? Nezu turned a blind eye, Aizawa-sensei gave her warnings, but it was all the same — either they have dealt with her or they were provided with one of her merchandise that they wouldn't ask questions about.

Yuyu knew the old saying was true — everyone has a price.

"Very well then." The pinkette replied as her head turned to the man of the hour. "Should we wake him up?"

The cyan-haired teen gave the pinkette a sly look. "You know being unconscious does not stop me, right?"

Meanwhile….

Itsuka shuddered as she creamed her sheets with a load of cum. Normally, the redhead would have used an onahole or her favorite stuffed teddy bear, but since she was grounded, it was a friendly gesture to her mother — giving her something else to fill her thoughts rather than Itsuka's own business.

Feeling relieved, yet depleted, she grabbed the bottle of Gatorade to replenish herself. Homework was finished and she had time for another session before calling it for the night.

"Let's see. There's Bible Black, Viper GTS, and Space Pirate Sara." She said to herself as she browsed through her gallery on her tablet. As she prepared to see which ero-anime would sate her appetite, she received a phone call.

"Shit. I thought I put it on Do Not Disturb mode." She frowned. Wiping her cum-soaked hands with a tissue, she reached over to the phone and saw that it was Yui.

"That's odd. She normally doesn't call me this late on a weeknight." The closeted otaku silent beauty hardly reached out to anyone after seven in the evening. Occasionally, she and Itsuka would have phone sex and as of lately, plans of having further fun with Izuku. She just assumed that she was going to give her an update on the latest toy that they have planted on him. Her eight-inch cock jolted with excitement to know how it went.

Lying back in bed, she answered the phone. "Hey, Yui. What's up?"

"Where is Izuku?"

Itsuka immediately sat up. Placing the tablet to the side, she responded, "What do you mean? Shouldn't he be at home?"

"I called his phone and he didn't answer. The toy we were supposed to use shows that it is out of range," replied Yui. "You don't think Izuku is having second thoughts?"

"Nah! I doubt that. We got way too much dirt on him," responded Itsuka. "Have you reached out to his friends like Bakugo, Iida, or Todoroki."

"Bakugo isn't returning my calls, Iida said that he hasn't heard from Izuku since lunch, and Todoroki stated that he did see Izuku leave heading home. Other than that, nothing."

The redhead tried to keep her cool. Knowing Izuku, he probably wanted some time to himself. Admittedly, the girls have been too rough with him and the countless times they have filled his pussy to the brim with their milk may have gotten him exhausted and didn't want to be bothered.

Regardless, it was a cause of concern. Especially if the teen did decide to have buyer's remorse. "I'm getting dressed. Meet me at the train station in an hour."

"Thought you were grounded."

"I'm sneaking out."

"Where are we going?"

"What do you think? Izuku's house."

To be continued….