Itsuka clutched her phone tightly as the train swayed gently on the tracks. She glanced at the time, her anxiety growing with each passing minute. The train's rhythmic clatter provided little comfort as she replayed the conversation with Yui in her head.

'Where is Izuku?'

'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. You don't think Izuku is having second thoughts?'

'Nah! I doubt that. We got way too much dirt on him.'

Yui and Itsuka agreed to meet at the train station next to the video game arcade. Both needed to provide a good excuse for why they were meeting with Izuku to his mother at this ungodly hour.

Itsuka's mother wouldn't be checking up on her as she made a Bikini Tape tape and turned the volume to its maximum — the sign that the teenager was pissed off and her mother would look at it as typical teenage angst.

Yui's butler wouldn't dare what the mistress was doing despite her punishment. Especially since the butler has been caught hanging from the lattice jerking off at Yui's extracurricular activities, not that she didn't mind a little bit of entertainment and voyeurism every now and again.

The hastily crafted story about a group project was flimsy at best, but it was all they had. Auntie Inko was a little too trusting of strangers around her son. They knew if Izuku was there, they couldn't do too much without arousing suspicion. They may need to heighten the severity, a violation if you will, of not following directions. What was not allowed was simply not allowed and Izuku not following his orders meant punishment — not that the girls didn't mind. They simply had no intention of letting him go.

It may have been manipulation in the eyes of an outsider, but to Itsuka and Yui, it was a twisted way of how they show their love. Even if that "love" for their pet may be unusual and unconventional to others. Maybe pet was another name for boyfriend. She and Yui, despite being best friends, never label themselves on their relationship. They never called themselves girlfriend and girlfriend, just soul sisters with benefits. The idea of labels never meant anything to them. She and Itsuka were close. They were close to their pet. Maybe they were girlfriend and girlfriend. Maybe their pet was their boyfriend.

In the end, why would it matter? They have created this house of discord to freely explore their sexuality without conviction. And this particular guest had no longer become just a guest, but a member of their family. With their family missing, that raised concern. In her heart and soul, she hoped that it wasn't buyer's remorse but a misunderstanding. They roughed him up a bit. They were a bit handsy on him. They didn't really give him any liberties if he had a say. Honestly, she couldn't even recall if he had given dick rather than taking it.

Whatever thoughts were circulating in her brain, she was looking for answers. She really hoped to God that Izuku was lying safely in bed, reading his manga, and munching on his honey buns. Though the perverted side of her hoping that he was tending to his ass while breathing into one of their panties. Admittedly, Yui did leave a parting gift under his bed the first night of their "official" meeting at his residence. She was thankful that Izuku was so overwhelmed that the otaku's silent beauty slipped it under his bed. Soaked in her cum, vaginal juices, and perfume, the invigorating fragrance would make anyone cum in a second.

She had to stop. She was starting to protrude and she wasn't so sure how the passengers would feel her pitching a tent in her skirt.

The train finally screeched to a halt at the station. Itsuka stood up, weaving through the crowd of passengers, her eyes fixed on the exit. The cool evening air greeted her as she stepped off the platform and began her brisk walk toward the arcade. The neon lights of the shops she passed blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors, but her mind was solely focused on the upcoming meeting.

Within minutes, the familiar buzzing and flashing lights of the arcade came into view. She spotted Yui standing near the entrance, her expression mirroring Itsuka's worry.

"Hey," Itsuka greeted, slightly out of breath.

"Hey," Yui replied, her voice tense. "Ready?"

"Yeah, let's go."

There was no time to waste. The two girls made their way to Izuku's house, their pace quickening with each step. They knew his mother was protective, and it would take all their combined charm and persuasion to convince her to let them in at this late hour.

Meanwhile….

Izuku was in a mess. Everything just felt completely wrong and out-of-line. He asked the man upstairs what he had done in his past life to deserve such an ordeal like this. He never described himself as a perfect kid. He had faults. He had made mistakes, nevertheless, he did his very best to serve and to help his fellow man who was in need. So, how and why did his act of service rewarded him to become one's cocksleeve.

He squirmed as he felt Yuyu's tongue slithering inside of his ass. Even if he wanted to resist, his arms and legs were tied with his ripped, torn uniform. Her wettest muscle made slurping sounds as she cleaned out his asspussy, wanting to savor and retrieve the pure batter that Nejire previously left behind.

He had to lie still and take it, all eight inches of it.

He woke up to her raping him. Lying on his stomach as her sweat dripped onto his back. Grunting noises filled the room as Nejire dug as far inside as she could. She held onto his arms, using it as posture as she dug her member into his once-virgin ass.

Words such as "give it to me," "take this dick," "have my seed," and "let me breed you" came from the class moe's mouth. As if the mask she wore at school was only a noh mask and what Izuku was feeling and hearing was the true image of Nejire Hadou.

Yuyu contributed to the cause by serving as a participant and director. She would say at times, "bite into his neck and make a mark," or "rub your titties against his back." When she was busy directing her, she even participated by shoving her cock into his mouth.

Any time a tooth scraped her cock, she would grab his hair tightly. "Don't you bite that dick, you [censored]," she would say. Then, she would return to her "gentle" self, rubbing his hair, whispering sweet nothings as she structured herself and fucked his mouth like it was her own pocket pussy.

Neither Nejire or Yuyu gave any warning when they climaxed. He was reluctantly welcomed with a fresh batch of milk in his mouth and ass. The hot, searing milk scorched his throat and ass, forcing to take it in. The urge to breathe was definitely an issue as he forcefully ingested Yuyu's milk and felt his stomach filling up with Nejire's milk.

It wouldn't surprise him by the time they were done with him, he would look like he was close to term with a baby.

When the ebb and flow ceased, Nejire slowly pulled her dick out of his ass. She would grip it, hoping to see the product of her creation come out. She would spank his ass and watch the milk seep.

Yuyu pulled her tongue out of his ass, feeling satisfied as she enjoyed partaking Nejire's homemade yogurt. "Next time, let's make a parfait. I can go and get some bananas."

Nejire, at this time, was sitting at the kotatsu reading a magazine. She was spent. Izuku's tight pussy really did a number on her. While Yuyu was busy eating Izuku out, she had to replenish her fluid with water and assorted sport drinks. Of course, something she did privately. The class moe, the queen bee shall never expose her true colors, more so her weakness, in front of others — Yuyu included.

"Save your fantasies with your own toy." Nejire responded, arching an eyebrow. "Don't think just because I allow you to fuck my new toy doesn't make him exclusively yours."

Yuyu turned red, bowing apologetically. "Sorry, Hadou-sama."

Nejire closed the magazine, no longer enthused by its nameless article. She looked at the clock on the wall. It was shortly after nine in the evening. "Yuyu, go and find some clothes for Izumi here. I need to have a word with my newest toy…alone."

The pinkette understood. Grabbing her clothes, the naked teen walked out and headed to the spare bedroom where Nejire kept the spare clothes.

The cyan-haired teen approached the bed. Izuku remained lying on his stomach. His body was soaking wet. The sour stench of sweat and cum permeated the room.

"Yuyu did a good job cleaning you out." She chuckled as she slowly slid her hand in his ass. He yelped as she used her thumb and index finger to spread his anus. "We didn't tear you too bad, didn't you?" She then slapped his ass.

Izuku shutted his eyes. Humiliation was the least favorable word at this point.

"I think it is in all fairness that we share this lovely tet-o-tet between us," she said as she looked directly at him. "We wouldn't want certain individuals saying what we did was assault, right? I mean, we heard you moan a few times."

"..."

"It is best to speak up. Don't want anyone to think that you didn't enjoy this?" She said as she grabbed his neck. "You did like what we did, right?"

He didn't answer. She squeezed his neck.

"Right?"

"Yeah."

She smiled. Amazing that the same smile that wins others could be such a horrid sight to those who viewed her true nature.

"Yuyu is going to get you a change of clothes and then you're going to head back to your dorm like nothing happened," she said in a stern tone of voice. "I advise you to keep any troubled thoughts like the R-word to yourselves or else cultural appropriation would be the last thing on your mind."

"This is wrong." Izuku managed to say.

"How so? I didn't force you to eat or drink my food. We have you on tape begging me to fuck you," said Nejire. "How is it my fault you enjoy taking dick? Walk in your truth, Deku."

"..."

"I think we'll be seeing each other more often from now on, sweetness," she said as she rubbed her hands against his lips. "So much so, I'm exclusively inviting you to eat with the Big 3 at lunch tomorrow." She clapped her hands. "Would it be great? Eating lunch with the prestigious group of UA High? Mirio and Tamaki would love meeting you. You are definitely in front of their minds too."

There was an ominous tone in her voice when mentioning those two. He didn't know Mirio and Tamaki well enough personally, but the undying loyalty they have for their Nejire scared him. If Nejire was this way to him, then only God knew how those two would be if she ever commanded them with a task.

Yuyu returned to the bedroom with a set of clothes. Izuku's eyes spotted the loose-fitted blouse and black spats with a pair of undies. His expression didn't go without notice from Nejire.

"Problem? Might as well change that attitude of yours. When you're with me, that's what you're wearing."

"I'm a boy, Nejire," protested Izuku.

"Not with that ass you aren't, Izumi," she retorted. "From this point on, you're going to be my personal boy maiden."

"But—"

"But nothing…well, this fine girth in that precious pussy of yours," she replied as she displayed a smirk. "From now on, you're my maiden, and I will have sex with you whenever I want. You know being unconscious does not stop me, right?"

Yuyu positioned the clothes beside Izuku before excusing herself.

Nejire pulled out a knife and cut the makeshift rope from him. "Now get dressed and get out of here. It's getting late and we have school in the morning. Heed to my advice or else, I will be sure your time here at UA will be a living hell. So, comply or go against us — either way, it's going to be your ass. Only difference is at least you can have a choice."

She reached over and pulled him in for a kiss. He lied motionless as her lips enveloped his, inviting his tongue to do a dance with hers. Nejire smiled and backed away from him. He was breathless.

"Get dressed. Yuyu will take you back to your dorm," she responded as she got up from the bed. "While you were 'sleeping,' I linked your phone with mine. So, I'll be sure that nothing troubling will be in text, even from that fucking shrews like Kodai and Kendou."

Yui and Itsuka — he had literally forgotten about them.

"That cheap toy they were going to use," she chuckled. "I wouldn't even allow my cat to play with this. And I don't even have a pet. Anyway, see you tomorrow, sweetness, and take care of that ass for me." She blew him a kiss and left the bedroom.

Moments later, Yuyu returned with his bookbag. She stayed in place as she watched him dressed. Her eyes never left his sight as he changed clothes. It was no secret as her bulge was poking through her skirt.

Once dressed, he was led by Yuyu as they left Nejire's apartment. It had finally dawned as the door closed that he was out of one fire and into another.

Later that night…

Yui and Itsuka stepped out of the corner store with snacks in their hands. Their faces showed defeat as they found a suitable place to sit.

A trip to Izuku's was fruitless. His mother wasn't home. A neighbor next door confirmed that her husband surprised her and they went out on a date. The neighbor wanted to see if she could leave a message but they didn't want to bother, so they left.

This wasn't a good sign. Something was off with this situation. And knowing that Izuku was somewhere in the wind worried them.

Itsuka took a bite into her ice cream. Yui opted for a popsicle. It was Yui that spoke.

"I think we should stop," she said.

Itsuka turned her head. "What do you mean?"

"You've heard me. Stop. Let's leave him alone."

Itsuka put down the ice cream and scooted closer to her best friend/lover. "I think right now we're under a tremendous amount of stress. I know Deku can be a handful at times, but I don't think we're doing anything wrong."

"Anything wrong," retorted Yui. "This entire charade began with a lie. I just wish we could be honest with him like we're honest with each other."

"And tell him what? 'Hey, Izuku. Yui and I lied to you about the incident so we can use you like a humping post. And guess what, we can go down for this."

Yui showed worry on her face. "I don't think he'll talk. Maybe if we can properly explain…."

"There is no explanation," interjected Itsuka. "We blackmailed him and made him our bitch. Do you know we can face serious trouble?"

"Listen, Itsuka, I love you and I care for you," said Yui as she grabbed Itsuka's hand. "And I love Izuku too. I just think if we want him to be ours, we need to be honest. He's gentle-natured and he's quite forgiving."

Itsuka let go of Yui's hand. "I don't like this talk."

"And you think I don't? Fate is showing us the middle finger. Look at us, it's late in the evening and we're looking for our 'cock sleeve.' Maybe if we just told him from the jump that we wanted him as a lover, then things could be different."

Itsuka dropped her head, staring at her now-melting ice cream.

"When things start a lie, it ends tragically," said Yui. "I hope that things can work out in the end between the three of us, but…" She paused.

"But what?" Itsuka asked.

Yui pointed at the direction up the street. From Itsuka's peripheral, they see an emerald-haired teen wearing feminine clothing and walking with another person.

"Is that?" Yui asked.

"It sure is," said Itsuka as she stood up. "And we're gonna find out."

To be continued….