A few months prior….

Winter shivered, letting out a strong alleviated sigh as she withdrew her final orgasm. Depleted and well-spent, she finally released Izuku from her pelvic clutches. He lied helplessly in the jacuzzi tub. He was naked, lying and panting with his body covered in her and her sisters' juices. Weiss and Whitley partook in decorating his body with their holy waters, baptizing him in their own accordance. Izuku was their pet, their toy, their personal manservant, and overall, their property.

Their mother wasn't expecting before dawn. Mother made sure that his parents were too distracted to not worry about their son. Inko was being wined-and-dined by the finest chefs in the world, partaking in the finest delicatessen who wanted nothing more than to whet her appetite. Hisashi, despite being on his last leg, showed promise to the figurehead of the Schnee Dust Company. According to Mother, his presentation appeared desperate and lackluster at best. Nevertheless, Father loved a man when they were in desperate need of validation. With both parents being sated with their needs for their deadly sins, Winter and the others were free to do what they wanted to do with Izuku.

"Are you done yet?" Whitley asked impatiently as she lied in bed. As she watched Bible Black on her tablet, the sound of her vibrator was digging aggressively into her cavern. Juices saturated the toy and her sheets. She closed her eyes as she craved a dick that can carve into her womb like Junko after being forcibly raped by her sensei. If Whitley had a choice, it would have been her that would have raped her sensei. The prowess of seeing a man fold brought her to her knees, aching and pleading to hear a man's cries. Some would say that it wasn't any better than what man has been doing since the dawn of time. Whitley would call it restitution.

"Give him a bit to rest." Winter responded as she stepped out in the open. Unmoved to see her sister openly masturbate, she turned and noticed the elephant in the room — where was Weiss?

"Father needed her. Needed a lap to entertain guests," responded Whitley.

"It wouldn't be Father, would it," said Winter.

"Weiss has always been the apple of his eye."

"All the way to the pit."

Whitley shut off her tablet and removed the vibrator from her pussy. She cracked her knuckles and sat up on the bed as she prepared for her turn with Izuku. "So what is the end game?"

Winter eyed her sister. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. Do you actually think that this is going to last?"

She didn't immediately answer. Her thoughts were still reeling on the creamy brew that Izuku produced inside of her. Never in her many years of existence did she think a boy could blow her mind like that. It wasn't hard whenever she was on active duty, pulling an unsuspecting, sexually naive boy to lure into her private quarters and do as she freely did to them. They were soldiers that were serving their kingdom, doing anything to prove their loyalty. Plus, those beta virgins weren't going to get an opportunity like that again. Any fool would appreciate a beauty such as her, particularly someone with a higher rank to adorn their presence. At the end of day, they were just nameless figures.

"Mother likes this boy." Winter nodded to herself. "I have never seen her glow like this in such a long time."

"We're on holiday, Winny," said Whitley. "How many times have you heard mother spouting that same bullshit, only to kick them to the curb and then we find our next prey. I have heard it all before."

Whitley wasn't lying. Mother came and went with the boys like clothes and shoes. After a week or so of their rendezvous, like last year's calendars or a fashion trend, they became outdated and obsolete. At least she had the most sense to understand that their interactions with these boys was nothing more than to soothe their own lust. Winter admittedly can't even recall the names of the boys, let alone what they look like. However, pride wouldn't allow her to admit that in front of Whitley.

Nevertheless, would any of them open up about their sins?

"I believe this is different." Winter said, reaching into her purse in search of her fertility pills. "Mother had that look in her eye." She grabbed the nearby bottle of water to ingest the pills. "I haven't seen that look in many years." She hit her chest. "I have never seen Mother genuinely smile like that before. It is as if this body was a breath of fresh air."

The youngest Schnee put her finger to her lip. As she opened the drawer in search of toys to use to play with Izuku, she looked at her sister. "Mother has been quite happy, hasn't she?"

"Yes she has. And not in the way of sating her bloodlust. I mean, I really think she really likes him."

"We're not supposed to love our toys, Winny. That was a rule created by Mother herself. If Father finds out…"

"If Father finds out." Winter raised her hand, showing seriousness in her voice. "Father made up that rule so he can still have control. It's one thing to eat at the table, enjoy that meal, and even take a bite of dessert with the misses. It's another when their name is on the deed."

She stared blankly at Winter.

"In the military, spoils of war was a term we used to bask in the glory that we have taken from someone else. It's like netorare but without the cliche of a busy salaryman and unsuspecting, naive housewife," said Winter. "They are used to our pleasure, do what pleases us, and when we're done, they are discarded — only to move on and find another village to pillage." She cleared her throat once more. "Then there are times in which we can grow attached to that spoil of war and we won't stop at nothing because it's ours."

Winter felt peculiar explaining this to Whitley, particularly since they never had the easiest relationship. They tolerated each other at best as Whitley was wild and careless. In her mind, Izuku was another mindless transaction and was probably thinking of her next move in their next travels. Even as she forced herself onto Izuku, seeing his resistance lessening and the groans and screams turned into harmonious moans, a switch was flipped into her as well.

"Father is on the cusp of this merger with Izuku's father's company. Father could honestly not give a rat's ass about this mediocre company. But, if we know Father like we know Father, then I know he has the intention of using that company to his favor."

"Meaning?"

"Just as Father seizes an opportunity to snatch something, so does Mother."

Whitley started to gain an understanding of what her sister was implying to her.

"Everyone and everything has a weakness. And once we can see, we take it. Father taking over Izuku's father's company is us taking over him. If Father owns the company, then we own him."

"That doesn't make sense."

"It doesn't have to make sense," retorted Winter. "We're privileged. Father can get some Faunuses over to Japan and provide them a few cents off the dollar. Meanwhile, with Izuku's father too busy licking Daddy's loafers, Izuku will be too busy licking ours."

"Then that would make him our slave."

"And it should be a privilege, not an insult."

"What about Qrow or those subordinates you keep in your corner?"

Whitley shrugged her shoulders, displaying carelessness. "I like Izuku better. Plus, he doesn't expect anything in return unlike the others. What about your accessories?"

"They are just thrift store items to me as long as we can keep enjoying this precious merchandise," replied Whitley. "I will admit. I do find him tantalizing and entertaining. A family pet that I can see myself for years to come."

"See what I mean?" The eldest Schnee giggled as she lay back on the bed. The cool sensation of the air condition hit her sweaty, bare skin. She was tickled as her nips were becoming erect by the coolness. "Let the pills make its magic. I've spent a pretty penny from that penny-pinching Qrow. Ha! The poor drunken bastard still thinks that I needed this just to have his hopes up of having his child." Winter made it in her mind that she wanted to carry Izuku's baby. Would it challenge her ranks in the army? Would it tarnish the reputation of the pure-blooded Schnee's? Just the thought of carrying a foreigner's baby was exciting her in places that she just finished relieving herself a few minutes prior. She rubbed her stomach feverishly, hoping that her ovaries were ready.

"I think this is enough of a rest period for him," she said, giggling. Whitley was ready to be skewered. In her possession, she carried a whip, a vibrator, a blowtorch, nylon rope, and a little present that she "borrowed" from Weiss.

"Weiss is going to kill you if she knew you were borrowing her school uniform again." Winter said as she grabbed the remote from the nightstand.

"Just like you borrowed Neptune?" Whitley retorted, arching her eyebrow.

"Fair game is fair game," interjected Winter. "You seemed to enjoy astronomy. I've heard you explore the sun and Neptune as well, turning your Pluto into a black hole."

Whitley gave Winter the middle finger and stomped her foot as she headed into the bathroom. Making a point of how irritated she was, she slammed the door loudly.

"Wakey, wakey, Icchan! I've got an awesome game we're gonna play."

"Please Whitley. I can't do this anymore. I'm exhausted!"

"Shh! Shh! Relax. No movement required. All I want you to do is to get wet and moan for me. Let your dear sister take care of the rest."

"Water…please…water!

"I get it! I'll be sure you can give you some natural spring water from my private reservoir."

"Whitley, no!"

"The spirit is willing. I can see that with your dick. But your body and ego is spongy and bruised. That's okay, as if we need you to have an ego, do we? C'mon, open those pretty lips!"

"Whitley, noooooo!"

Back to the present….

Izuku didn't feel any kind of security until he entered the parking garage. Security ran up and down his mentor's apartment building — around the clock surveillance. No one could enter the premises unless one has some sort of acquaintanceship with the tenant. So, it gave Izuku a peace of mind as his mentor parked his car into his personal parking space.

"There we are, Midoriya-shounen." All Might said as he put the car in park. Before the former Symbol of Peace could undo his seatbelt, Izuku was already out of the door.

"Take it easy. You're in a safe space." He said in an assuring manner. "People are watching this place like a hawk." He cleared his chest, trying not to laugh as the pun itself made him think about the Pro Hero Hawks.

"At least Hawks can fly." Izuku retorted, speed-walking as he beelined his way to the elevator. "All Might, you don't know the Schnee family." He grabbed hold of his turtleneck. "I can feel them breathing down my neck. I know they're watching me. Just plotting, observing, preying..."

All Might took hold of Izuku's shoulder. "Relax, Midoriya-shounen. Nothing foul will come from this. You're in good hands. This place is secured." He then hit his chest. "I may not be in my prime, but this old man still has some moves. And excuse me for this but these hands are rated E for everyone."

A sweatdrop appeared down Izuku's brow. "Poor fool. Poor, naive fool!"

"I think some of your favorite dimbula tea and your favorite katsudon should make you feel better," he said as he caught up with him. "Then we can call Officer Sansa and we can get things moving forward." He put his finger to his lip. "I wonder if Rumi may have some time to assist."

Izuku then crossed his arms. "No way! Anyone but her." It was one thing to have four horny Remnant women wanting to drop his bones, it was another when one wanted to jump and skin him until he was nothing but bones. "Four is enough. One is a force of its own. I know she would definitely want 'restitution' for her hard work and 'effort.'"

All Might pressed the button to the elevator. "It was just a thought. I figured that as tough as Mirko is, she can beat them to a pulp in case things were to go awry."

"Huh?"

"Oh, my dear sweet shounen." All Might rubbed Izuku's hair. "Do you actually think I was born yesterday?" He reached down to Izuku's collar, causing him to blush. He pulled it forward and saw the leash in question. "Bingo!"

All Might snapped the collar off his neck and with his hand crushed it into nothingness. "There we go. The old man still got it."

The teen couldn't help but stare at the moment at hand.

"You think I am asleep." All Might said. "Or woke or whatever Connie or Libby are calling themselves these days. One thing about me is…be observant!" He put his finger to his temple. "Just because I am talking doesn't mean I am not listening. Just because you see a smile on my face doesn't mean I am genuinely happy."

"Wait a minute? You…you…"

"Cats know how to leave their mark." All Might responded in a softer voice. "And cats know when their territory is violated." He pressed the button to his floor. "It goes without saying that your auntie and sisters know where you are."

Before Izuku could produce a rebuttal, All Might raised his hand — inciting silence.

"However, it doesn't mean having something as an insurance policy in case shit does hit the fan."

The elevator door opened. All Might reached into his pocket for his keycard. "We're going to go inside and have a nice breakfast. I'll call Officer Sansa and then I'll have a conversation with your mother. Hopefully, we can have a discussion with your father as well, if he is available."

Hearing that caused an involuntary yelp from Izuku.

"Have faith, my boy. If your father loves and values you, then a job shouldn't be as important as the psyche of one's child." He cleared his throat. "Anyone can find another job, but not another you."

"Sir, please." Izuku said with urgency. "My father needs this."

"If you are a person of faith, then know what lies in store for you." He placed the keycard in the slot. "Step inside and go to the living room. You know how to operate the television, don't you?"

"Yes, sir." The tone sounded defeated as he stepped inside of All Might's apartment.

Izuku knew that deterring All Might wasn't going to work. He was already regretting telling his sensei the truth concerning his situation. In the mind, heart, and soul of the Schnee family, anyone could be bought and anyone could be expendable. He could already hear their haughty cackles looming over him. He could feel their hands touching him inappropriately. He started rubbing his shoulder, starting to grasp the fact of his being violated.

A few months prior….

It was quarter after five in the morning when Willow came back to the hotel suite. Although tired and inebriated, her evening wasn't quite yet over.

As a socialite and wife of a CEO, being an entertainer to salarymen was a huge responsibility. Wearing her Sunday's best, showboating herself, sashaying herself into the arms of lonely men, wanting nothing more than to dig inside to mounds of a beautiful foreigner such as herself. Willow loved being someone's eye candy. Men and women alike would do anything just to have a taste of her. She has dealt with men who would spend their last nickel and dime on her until they were broke and lonely, having to go back home and deal with their wives and bank examiners.

If there was one thing that solidified her relationship with her husband was this and this alone — the prowess of domination.

Jacques made sure that Mr. and Mrs. Midoriya were greatly accommodated. Upgrading their honeymoon suite and promising them a night on the two for two. Jacques didn't mind insisting that their Izuku was in good hands. Explaining to the couple that Izuku was in the comforting hands of his loving sisters who didn't mind tending to every knee and foot, making sure that his summer vacation was as invigorating and memorable as possible.

Willow removed her shoes and walked into the common area. The television was left on. Animated pornography was left on display. She licked her lips — femdom and netori was the theme, the desire of another woman taking a devoted wife's man away from him turned her on. Knowing that wife had to sit still and take it, watching as the years of dedication, solitude, loyalty, and peace was disrupted as the man became morally bankrupt in another woman's pussy. If that so-called wife was lucky, she too can partook in his cream. And by cream, it would be from her pussy as that would be the closest thing she could ever get from her husband.

She walked further into the room, a sour smell instantly hit her nose.

"Ooh~! The girls had too much fun." Willow lightly chuckled as she stepped inside the main suite — knowing that was where they were instructed to leave him after they were finished for the evening.

She slid the doors open that led to her suite. Darkness consumed the room but the sour scent grew stronger and more pungent. As she turned on the light, there he was.

Lying face on the bed was Izuku in Weiss' school uniform. His body was curling and thrashing around, twitching like a fish out of water. Both of his hands were tied in nylon. Bruises on his wrist indicated that he put up some kind of resistance.

"Good morning, my pet." There was strong emphasis on the word, pet. If anything, being referred to as that word should be a term of endearment if not a privilege. She slowly approached him as she crawled into bed with him. She turned him over on his back.

She tried not to laugh as she didn't want to wake up the others. Word got back to her after Weiss discovered that her uniform was being used by Whitley after she wanted to do some lesbian play with Izuku. According to Winter, Weiss spared no expense in expressing her frustration toward "stupid Dekkun." Typical Weiss — a tsundere scapegoater.

"You can relax, sweetie," she said in a hoarse whisper. She lightly scraped his knee with her finger toward his thighs. He was too weak, too exhausted to fight back. Any energy he did have was taken out of him. What she failed to mention was that Weiss demonstrated to him what it felt like to be the fairer sex — introspectively.

She fondled his dick through the soft panty fabric. Resistance was futile as he groaned and instinctively jerked by her hands. "Don't look so shocked. Us Schnees can get carried away with our precious toys."

She then removed her clothing and threw them to the side. Basking in her nakedness, she towered over the restrained Izuku. "I've got some great news to share. Your uncle decided to do business with your father." She smiled as she went over and kissed his neck. She used her hand to knead his chest like kneading dough. "He did a very great job impressing Uncle Jacques so it's going to be a fruitful productive relationship with us."

"Of course, there's paperwork and bureaucracy and blah, blah, blah, but it means that our ties will become stronger," said Willow. "Which means this. Your father belongs to Jacques and by proxy, you belong to us. Take some pride in this, Icchan. Your troubles and worries are over. Your father won't need to leave you penniless. You don't have to worry about the empty pair of shoes with a note left behind on the train tracks."

She licked into his ear. She squeezed his nipples hard enough to incite moan. She bucked her hips as the gratification grew stronger. "Keeping us happy will mean keeping your father happy. By feeding us, you're feeding your father. The circle of life, isn't it beautiful?"

Izuku shivered. Willow could feel his body rattled as he jerked forward. She produced a smile. Without a second thought, she reached into his skirt and touched his cock. "You…did you just come?" Getting excited, she reached into his panties. It was confirmed as she felt the sticky spunk on her hand. She pulled it out and partook it, licking it and sucking it until nothingness. "Yummy, yummy cream. Cream that belongs to me and no one else."

She blew into his ear. "The deal has been sealed. You belong to us. No matter where you go or where you hide, we will always have you."

She reached down to his back and she removed the restraints from him. He didn't resist, even if he did, he was too exhausted to react.

"Come here," she whispered to him. She took hold of his cheeks and caressed them gently. After a moment, she took hold of his head. She spread her legs to showcase her cavern. "Please your auntie, my dearest pet. Make your auntie feel good."

With the mighty force of her hand, she lowered him to her crotch. He took a heavy breath, basking in the scent of her womanhood. He held onto her thigh as he proceeded kissing. Slow, circular licks, enough to incite a moan from Willow's ravenous lips.

Back to the present….

Izuku thanked All Might as he was handed his dimbula tea. He took a moment to inhale its fragrance before drinking the brew. All Might made himself a cup before having a seat across from him. They were in his living room. The scent of katsudon filled the room as they waited for lunch.

"Thanks for the tea," said Izuku.

The former Symbol of Peace smiled contentedly as he too took a sip. "It's my pleasure, Midoriya-shounen. I am glad that you have calmed down a touch."

He nodded as he took another sip. "I still think it's a dangerous game we're playing."

"The first step is admittance. The last thing I want you to think is to look at yourself as a victim."

"I know."

"Don't let that masculine pride soiled your thoughts. Even men face these situations," he said as he dropped his head. "More common than you think."

"The Schnees are not a joke, sir," responded Izuku. "They have the money, the power, and the respect. They can easily clock you out."

"And that is the problem," he retorted. "That mode of thinking is the reason why we haven't progressed over the last century. No money in the world can protect you when you face the ultimate judge." He pointed his finger skyward. "Where we are headed someday, we can't bring our money with you. I think we need to focus on our souls versus our wealth."

Izuku wasn't particularly religious but he garnered what his mentor was conveying to him.

"Excuse me if I am impeding." All Might cleared his throat, opting within himself to find the right words without offending his successor. "Can you explain to me about the situation? If not the situation itself but your relationship with these people."

All Might could tell that Izuku was visibly nervous. He noticed his hands were shaking as he held onto the tea. "Sorry if I have rubbed—"

"No! You didn't!" His doe eyes stared at the window. A beautiful sunny afternoon and yet a strong detection of snow was in the forecast.

"Remember a few months ago when my parents and I took a vacation to Tahiti?"

"Yes, of course! I recalled your growing excitement to venture overseas."

He began to fidget, the uneasiness was apparent. He wanted to believe that he was out of harm's way but he knew this moment of peace was finite, if not an aberration. "To me and my mother, it was supposed to look like a vacation."

All Might stared blankly at his successor.

Izuku's hands began shaking to the point that he could spill his tea over.

"Izuku?"

"The vacation was only a front that hid behind my father's true intentions."

Meanwhile….

Sansa Tamakawa was at his desk as he was finishing typing up a case file that involved a Pro Hero and an unnamed villain. His time at the office was supposed to be a short one. He was going to enjoy the evening going to a theater show and then grab dinner with some friends. As he was thinking about what he should wear, he received a notification from the desk clerk.

"Officer Tamakawa, you have a call on line three."

The cat-headed officer nodded silently as he reached for the phone. If anything, probably one of the detectives that wanted to see if he caught up on any case work or probably needed to be in attendance at someone's trial. He picked up the phone. "Officer Tamakawa speaking."

"Good afternoon, Sansa Tamakawa. Or should I say, 'Salai Belladonna.'"

The officer nearly grabbed his chest when hearing those words penetrating his ears.

"Shh! Don't react. Pretend as if everything is fine," said the caller. "In about five minutes, I want you to go and leave your desk. I know you know about the diner up the street. Go there and take a seat at the corner booth in the back. Don't worry about anyone taking that spot, we informed them ahead of time. I suggest you be there or else a name change would be the least of your problems."

The call was disconnected.

To be continued….