Chapter 3 - Wild, Wild Pussycats

Not every hero was against the villains.
 
As the war between heroes and villains waned on, there were some noticeable shifts in attitude. People stopped giving heroes support as, as the fighting grew more intense, heroes were being blamed, either for not doing enough to stop the villains or for being responsible for collateral damage. This movement away from heroes only increased more once the League published their manifesto anonymously, bringing light to the corruption in the hero system such as coverups for indecent and unheroic behaviour, the emphasis on rankings and popularity over saving lives, discrimination against certain quirks and the quirkless, and the League’s goal of creating a society of true heroes. The disenfranchised adopted the text like a Bible and, no matter how many times it was banned and confiscated, copies seemed to keep springing up. Citizens, high-ranking police, government officials, all started speaking out. Near the end of the war, 50% of the general population openly admitted to agreeing with the League. And they weren’t the only ones. Some heroes even found themselves in support of the very people they were supposed to be against.
 
These were the heroes who read the manifesto or listened to the speeches and recognised the rot that was plaguing the hero system they held so dear. They were older heroes who couldn’t stand what the system had become, freshly graduated students whose rose-tinted view of the profession were shattered after seeing the reality, and some who were labelled as ‘villainous-looking’ heroes, either for their appearances and mutations or that their quirks were scary, who were seeing themselves drop in the rankings and being criticised for any slip-up by the media or Pro Heroes Association due to fear or impulsive desires to appease the public. Some would give up being a hero entirely to join the League itself. Others would silently support them from the shadows, either by ‘accidentally’ losing an target they were chasing or ‘inadvertently’ leaking some information.
 
And then there was Uwabami.
 
Despite all the criticism she got for being a ‘sell-out’ and ‘fake,’ Uwabami was a smart woman. A very smart woman. It’s how her business became so successful. Analysing the data and reports, she knew that the tide was turning against from heroes; their chances of winning decreased with every master plan the League carried out successfully. And when the dust settled, she wanted to be on the winning side.
 
That’s why, in a secret meeting with Deku himself, she agreed to covertly help finance the League’s operations so long as they would allow her to keep her hero image and brand. She even agreed to stage an event that would allow her to be so ‘emotionally and mentally scarred’ that it would justify her retiring from hero work, all the while gaining the public’s sympathy and maintaining her celebrity darling status, thus ensuring her company continued strong. Of course, some people became suspicious. Of course, some people began to stick their noses in what wasn’t their business. Of course, those same people went missing.
 
Uwabami survived with her reputation and source of income intact. Despite not being a hero anymore, she still used the hero-motif in her marketing, as part of their deal. Of course some of the League had complained, specifically Stain and Spinner, saying this went against their ethics about what a hero should be, but Deku was able to placate his comrades, stating that she would be the exception and that the benefits of their partnership outweighed the costs.
 
Uwabami had to admit, the Head Villain was certainly an interesting one. Despite being quite young, he had a keen intellect, was charismatic, and even taught her some ways to use her quirk more efficiently. It also didn’t hurt that he was good-looking in a cute way. However, she thought it was better to keep their relationship purely professional. But she did know that he had a particular taste. Once the war was over, she realised that there were now many heroes out of a job, but who didn’t have the skills or experience to work anywhere else. Uwabami, always the savvy businesswoman, latched on to the opportunity, starting a new business that made more money while appealing to her business partner.
 
And so a new enterprise was born: Super Vixens; a hotspot that, while appearing to be just an average nightclub, was actually a strip joint. The premise was simple: all of the performers and workers were ex-heroes who appealed to their ‘adoring fans’ by dancing and stripping, showing off their fit, full bodies that they worked so hard to get but always hid behind their costumes, only giving hints to tease the media with how tight and exposing they were. Now that people had the opportunity to see their favourite heroes show off their ‘goods’ after only catching glimpses of cleavage or muscle over the years, Super Vixens was quickly becoming the most popular strip club in Musutafu! And Uwabami, the anonymous proprietress of this fine establishment, was raking in the yen.
 
But what made the club even more special was the fact that, if you had enough dough and they was willing, it was possible for you take your favourite hero to bed with you upstairs. Both men and women would save up for months on end just for the opportunity to fulfil their late-night fantasies.
 
But what truly made the club unique was their sponsorship system. If a dancer was good enough, they could attract a sponsor. Sponsors would take a cut of the payment and be the only ones who were allowed to sleep with their proteges, but that was okay as sponsored strippers were typically the most skilled, most attractive and most in-demand, meaning that the money they earned, while a smaller percentage, was still much more than they were earning before. They would also always be invited to perform at the biggest events, so being sponsored not only meant that they would get higher pay, but also that they didn’t have to worry about sleeping with complete multitudes of strangers. Being sponsored was the goal for each ex-hero at Super Vixens. But with how pricy it was to become a sponsor, only a handful were able to do so. 
 
And that was what Camie Utsushimi was doing. After losing her licence and failing to get a new job, as her employers kept firing her for being ‘air-headed’ and ‘clumsy,’ Camie had finally become so desperate for money to make her payments that she resorted to working at the massive strip club. Even though she had only been working there for a few weeks, she had heard about the sponsorship system from Midnight and Mt Lady, two of the most popular dancers who typically performed as a pair to the delight of the horny crowds. Camie saw how they talked about their sponsor; how incredible, how handsome and how caring he was, sounding as if they were in love with the man. Hearing all this, the younger ex-hero asked the two older women if she could possibly try and get a sponsorship from him. She knew it was a long shot, especially considering how much of a newbie she was, so even she was surprised when they came back a few nights later to tell her he’d be willing to see her work.
 
And so here she was. Standing on a stage in a private booth, in her skin-tight leather catsuit, she ran her hands along her body as she approached the pole in the centre, making sure that every curve of her body was emphasised to the point where almost nothing was left to the imagination. The lights were tinted low as the bassy beat of the music blasted through the speakers, all in order to  fit the alluring mood of the performance.
 
She wrapped one leg around the pole, spinning around it before bending down, making sure to give her fat ass a wiggle in the direction of the man watching. She then began to grind her body against the cold metal, moaning and cooing as she thrust her hips against it. After, she moved towards the very edge of the stage, adding an exaggerated sway to her hips before lowering her chest forward, making sure the man had a clear view down the centre of her cleavage. Deciding to ramp it up a bit, she reached for the zipper of her costume, pulling it down enticingly slow until it went just past her navel, exposing more of her bountiful breasts as well as her toned stomach with just the barest hint of her areolas showing. To her, it looked as if her boobs were about to pop right out of their confines, as they stretched against the material of her costume, almost causing her hardening pink buds to be exposed. 
 
“I bet you wanna see my titties, huh?” she teased. She moved back to the pole and dropped into a squat, then raised her waist upwards and shook her behind again, this time a little more intensely. “Or how ‘bout my big booty?” She gave it a playful spank. “It’s, like, so turnt right now, huh, handsome?” She knew he wanted her. Why wouldn’t he? She was extra thicc and was slaying this audition!
 
Deku, on the other hand, wasn’t very impressed. Lounging back in the comfy chair, he watched as the fawn-haired woman danced around the pole with not that much grace, trying to come off as enticing and seductive but not doing too good a job. It wasn’t that he didn’t find her attractive, far from it. She was definitely beautiful with an absolutely killer body that he was looking forward to seeing bare on top of him. The problem was that her performance was quite amateurish. After seeing what Midnight and Mt Lady could  do, he found the other woman to be mediocre in comparison. Just flaunting and jiggling her tits wasn’t enough for him. His critical eye also picked up on the lack of finesse in her movements, how she would sometimes stumble on stage, how her body wasn’t in sync with the music. Overall, things weren’t looking great for the dancer.
 
At that moment, Izuku felt the phone in his pocket vibrate. Pulling it out, he saw that it had an icon of a cup of tea on it.
 
“Hello Gentle.”
 
“Oh, hello Deku. I’m sorry to disturb whatever important business you must be attending, but I’m afraid I have some news. The not-so-good kind.”
 
“What’s going on?” Now his attention was completely off the dance in front of him.
 
“It seems that the Nomu we’ve prepared for the operation are getting rather antsy. I believe that if we don’t move our plans forward to soon, they might get out of control and do more harm to ourselves than our enemies. I apologise most profusely for this inconvenience.”
 
 Izuku slapped his palm against his forehead, groaning in exasperation. Of all the things that could go wrong, of course it was the Nomu. Honestly, it wasn’t too much of a setback, it was just annoying, because it meant that he now had to leave. And he didn’t even get to have any fun!
 
Now you might think that it was irresponsible for him to be indulging in a strip show and a possible fucking so soon before an important operation, but it wasn’t supposed to begin for another few hours, so he had the time. What’s more, to quote an old TV show they were remaking, ‘There’s nothing like a fuck-mad girl to clear your head for the next fight.’ And considering Pheromones had been active since he sat down, Camie should have been fuck-mad by the time he was done with her.
 
Deku sighed, getting up from his position.
 
“I’m on my way. Prepare to head out on my command.” With that final order, he hung up the phone. “I’m so sorry, Ms Utsushimi, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to cut our time short. Business calls and all that.” With a nonchalant wave of his hand, he made his way to the exit, but stopped as he felt something pull on his hand. Turning around, he was met with large, pleading eyes.
 
“Are you bouncing? I still passed, right? Because this low key isn’t fair!” Judging by the tone of her voice and her expression, it looked as if she was almost desperate for his approval. He found it quite cute.
 
With a sudden movement that caught her by surprise, he spun around and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in close to a deep kiss, his tongue shoving itself deep into her mouth. Camie didn’t even fully realise what had just happened, but did know that she enjoyed it and wanted more, moaning euphorically into the kiss while her tongue tried to tangle with his.
 
Pulling out, he gave her a small assuring smile.
 
“Don’t worry, you did. I’ll see to it that you’re taken care of.”
 
“Lit,” mumbled the fawn-haired woman, sounding as if slightly in a daze from just a kiss.
 
“And I’ll also see to it that Mt Lady teaches you how to properly use this.”
A loud SMACK filled the room as Deku brought a heavy hand down on her fat bum, squeezing a handful of the supple flesh and causing Camie to give out a shrill shriek.
 
Now you might be wondering why he would so readily accept her after her less-than-stellar performance. Well, Izuku’s reasoning was threefold:
 
•      She was extremely attractive with an incredibly curvaceous body
•      Her quirk, Glamour, had a lot of potential that he could use for their new activities
•      He couldn’t resist the temptation of breaking Bakugou’s girlfriend into his personal plaything
 
Deku frowned in annoyance at remembering that last one. That bastard had gone into hiding as soon as he lost his licence, being one of the first, and was now plotting to take down the HRD. He was proving very troublesome to find. But on a positive note, it meant that it left his girlfriend vulnerable for Izuku to swoop in and snatch up.
 
But as much as he wanted to rip her costume off right then and there, he had more pressing matters to attend to.
 
It was time to punish a few stray cats.
 
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Search was a funny quirk.
 
Most people only knew of its base ability: to know the location and weaknesses of any person the user locks onto. However, there is a second, less useful feature that most people don’t know about. Search also acted as a sort of radar that allowed the user to get a sense of how many people were in the immediate environment. It never gave a direct marker for a person, nor the exact location, as it was more like a feeling of a collective blob of individuals. But it could still give you a sense of how many people there were.
 
And that was what Ragdoll was doing. She was sitting at the surveillance desk watching all the cameras. Or at least trying to. After an intense day of regiment training, she was exhausted. Hearing the snores of her passed-out comrades made it much harder to not close her eyes, even though she was leaning on the table, her head resting on her arms as tired eyes lazily scanned the screens, staring at nothing happening. Again. But it was her turn to monitor the cameras in case of an emergency, and to pass the time until her shift was over, she tried putting a number to the blob.
 
But what made it funny was that for the past few days, Search had been feeling… off. As in, the blob seemed to increase by just the tiniest amount before suddenly seeming normal. Even then, she also got a sense of another person nearby, but every time she went looking, she found nothing. In the end, the Pussycat had chalked it up it either being a large animal or her quirk acting funny.
 
And right here, right now, on this quiet peaceful night, she could feel all of her teammates within their encampment. All 64 of them.
 
…or was that 65?
 
No, now it felt like maybe 71?
 
Wait, the feeling was increasing quickly. 79?
 
87?
 
95?!
 
121?!
 
Ragdoll instantly sprung up from her chair, she was about to run outside to see what was happening, but then something caught her eye. Staring at the window, she saw an orange glow around the left of the frame. And was that smoke blowing in from the side as well? But that could only mean…!
 
“We’re under attack!” Ragdoll slammed her pawed hand down on a large, red button. If her shouting hadn’t woken her team members up, the wailing of the siren certainly did. The other Pussycats jumped out of bed, groggy from sleep, but it only took them mere moments to fully comprehend the situation. They quickly scrambled out of bed to put on their costumes. But once they made it outside, everything around them was complete pandemonium.
 
All over the open field, fights had broken out: heroes were clashing against members of the HRD or Nomu, some were being pinned down by the hulking beasts or in capture equipment, others were trying to help their friends in their own fights or to escape. Shouting and cries of pain, fear and panic were everywhere. And behind it all, the forest burned.
 
But what caught all the Pussycats’ attention were the figures at the other end of the battlefield, slowly approaching the house. Form a distance, their silhouettes were indistinguishable by the fire and chaos, but as they got closer, the Rescue Heroes felt their fear grow as they were able to recognise most of the League’s top members: Shigaraki, Dabi, Spinner, Stain, Gentle, Compress, all of them were slowly making their way over with determined and, in some, malicious glints in their eyes.
 
But just as it seemed things couldn’t get any worse, a purple portal opened up in the centre of the group and out stepped Izuku Midoriya. He pulled on his black glove before clenching it into a fist, igniting it in an indigo glow. His gleaming emerald eyes focused onto the four cat-themed heroes.
 
“Good evening, Pussycats. Let’s play.”
 
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Overall, it was a good night.
 
It had been a while since Deku had partaken in such a large clash. He missed the feeling of being on a large battlefield, fighting happening on all sides, surrounded by enemies and allies alike where absolutely anything could happen. And he was happy to see his comrades enjoy themselves and to show off their efforts building up the HRD.
 
He spent most of the night duelling with Tiger. The combination of the man’s strength, endurance and pliabody quirk had made him a worthwhile opponent; their fight lasting for quite a good amount of time as they both dodged and weaved past each other’s blows. It ended with Tiger, noticing some of the younger, more frightened heroes being chased into the hills by Nomu, to go after them and ‘protect his kittens.’ After that, all that was left was to capture the rest and tend to the wounded. 
 
And now Deku was lounging back in a large chair in his bedroom, one leg crossed over the other as he looked over his spoils of war:
 
Stripped of their headgear, boots, skirts, and paws, Mandalay, Pixie-Bob and Ragdoll were completely vulnerable. Left kneeling on the ground, their arms were cuffed behind their backs. Their quirks couldn’t help them now. Looking over them, each Pussycat was conveying a different emotion. On his left, Ragdoll was shaking slightly, her face trying to appear calm but Izuku could see some sweat on her brow and nervousness and a little fear in her big yellow eyes. On his right, Pixie-Bob was her opposite, clenching and grinding her teeth in anger as she glared daggers at the verdanette. And in the centre, their illustrious leader Mandalay was the balance between her two friends, her face calm and calculating, but still frowning, with eyes sharply analysing the man in front of her. 
 
Eyeing them in nothing but tight crop tops that made their full busts look as if they wanted to pop right out and exposed their lean midriffs, short shorts that hugged so tightly against their round asses, he could see the cleft between their cheeks while the bottom of each pillow was visible, and cute cattails poking out from behind them, Izuku knew it was a good night indeed.
 
“I must say, it was quite the clever strategy, Pussycats” Izuku began his typical villainous monologue. He started to quite enjoy them. “You all maintained your licenses so you knew we trusted you. And the fact that your work and base of operations are in such a remote area meant that your actions were less likely to be noticed, making it the ideal place to house and build resistance. And judging by the advanced equipment we found around your base, you were being supported by someone. Someone who wanted to cause trouble. Am I wrong?” 
 
Their silence was all the confirmation he needed. Deku clapped his hands together. It was time for the main event.
 
“Now, usually, whenever we capture some rebels, we just throw them in cells. But you three are licenced heroes.” He shook his head disapprovingly. “You violated our faith and that demands a different sort of punishment.”
 
“Do your worst, you arrogant bastard!” It seems that Pixie-Bob had the most bite out of the three. He liked that. “We’re not afraid of anything, especially some villainous fuck who thinks he’s hot shit!” Oh, he was definitely going to enjoy her.
 
“While I admire your tenacious spirit, Pixie-Bob, it’s not you I had in mind.” He reached into his waistcoat pocket, pulling out a piece of paper and displaying it to the three heroines. Instantly, the room became dead silent, their faces paling and eyes widening.
 
“Did you really think you could hide him?”
 
In his hand was a profile picture of a young boy, around 10 to 11 years old, with spiky black hair and dressed in a special middle school uniform. But the most noticeable feature was the fierce scowl he wore, as if he was trying to glare daggers at the photographer through the camera itself. 
 
“It was smart, enrolling your nephew in a private boarding school under a false name. You thought you could hide his existence but…” Izuku merely chuckled.
 
“H-How did you-”
 
“…know about him? Oh, Mandalay, did you forget?” He leaned in closer, his gaze and tone ice cold. 
 
“I was there that night.”
 
It was true. While Shigaraki’s plan to kidnap and convert students was asinine, an attack on the camp itself wasn’t a bad idea. Therefore, with Deku’s input, the plan changed: attack the teenagers and hurt and frighten them while showing everyone just how useless UA was at protecting their students. The only rule was no killing; it would invalidate the League’s message and get them labelled as just a bunch of child killers. No one would want to listen or join them. That was why Deku was able to veto the Nomu (seriously, it had chainsaws for hands!).
 
Now, Deku also had another assignment during the operation to capture Ragdoll in place of the Nomu. However, he became suspicious of Muscular and instead decided to follow him. When it became apparent that the thug was willing to kill a 6-year-old, Deku had to step in. It had been a very close fight, with Deku almost dying a few times, but it was only thanks to his intense training under Stain that he was able to survive, slicing out Muscular’s remaining eye and saving the boy. Sure, he missed Ragdoll, but to him it was worth it.
 
“A secret is only so good as long as it is, in fact, secret. It’s my job to know everything I can about my enemies to use to our advantage. That includes family.”
 
“If you dare lay a hand on him, we’ll-”
 
“Oh don’t worry, I won’t hurt him. I don’t believe in harming children.” At this, the three women sighed in relief. At least Kota would be safe.
 
“My colleagues, on the other hand…” And now their bodies stiffened again.
 
“B-But you just said-” Ragdoll sputtered.
 
“I won’t. But some of my co-heads don’t share the same reservations.  They say that certain actions must be taken in order to make an example to discourage similar behaviour. And after all the trouble you’ve put us through…” Indigo plasma slowly materialised from his fingers, burning the picture until nothing remained. “I’m inclined to let them.”
 
“Don’t harm him!” Deku turned his attention to the red Pussycat. “Please, I’ll do anything!” Now his interest was piqued.
 
“Anything?”
 
As a student, Mandalay learnt about the risks that came with the job. But as a rescue hero, the risks involved when it came to villains was minimal. Sure, she was given assignments to work on larger operations as her quirk made her perfect for relaying information. But this was the first time she had ever been in a situation such as this, despite her apparent calm façade. But she definitely knew one thing: as a hero, your first job is to protect innocents. And by God, she would protect her last family!
 
So when a crazy idea popped into her head, she knew that she had to take it, despite the logical part of her brain disagreeing. But she had to try. Nothing else might work.
 
Swallowing nervously, she solemnly nodded her head.
 
“Yes.”
 
Izuku’s smirk grew wider. He leaned back in his chair and took his leg off the other, parting them slightly. He cocked his head to the side slightly, as if expecting her to make the first move. His cock had begun to swell slightly ever since the battle had ended.
 
To give the first part of the quote, ‘There’s nothing like a good fight to get you in the mood for fucking.’
 
Hesitantly, the brunette shuffled forward until she was kneeling right in front of the man. she lay eyes on her target, trying to amp herself up to get it done with, but then realised the slight predicament she was in. And she wasn’t the only one.
 
“Would you like some help, Mandalay?”
 
Her face flushed at the man’s condescending tone, as if he was speaking to her like a child, but she begrudgingly nodded her head, refusing to make eye contact. 
 
Deku reached down to his waist, slowly undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. Already he could feel that he was semi-firm already in anticipation of what was to come. As he yanked down his trousers, he noticed how not only Mandalay but also Pixie-Bob and Ragdoll’s eyes widened in shock at his monstrous size. He would never get tired of getting that reaction from girls just before he fucked them. Mandalay, being the closest, unknowingly dropped her jaw as she not only saw it up-close, but could even smell its strong musky scent, making her quiver and mouth begin to water.
 
Cautiously, the Pussycat leaned forward and began licking the long pole upward, all the way to the head, revelling in the salty taste of his meat. As she reached the top, she opened her jaw as wide as possible to fit in his girth, but found that to be a challenge. So instead she began to nuzzle on his head, swirling her tongue against it. Mentally, she grumbled. This would be so much easier if she could use her hands and other parts. But for now she stuck to pleasuring him with her mouth.
 
Bit by bit, she began to bob her head up and down, trying to get used to the immense size, but had to stop as she felt it prod the back of her mouth. As she moved, spittle started to drool out of her mouth as she tried to lavishly pleasure the man’s meat pillar, spilling onto her costume. The problem was that she wasn’t too experienced when it came to sucking cock, so she could feel her jaw begin to ache from stretching so wide. And the taste! There was something about the muskiness and heat of it in her wet mouth that was driving her crazy!
 
Izuku, however, was not impressed by her lacklustre performance. Even as his cock reached the back of her throat, he found it was barely even halfway into her warm orifice. And her lack of experience showed, as he could feel she wasn’t giving it her all. Therefore, he decided she just needed some… encouragement.
 
Placing both hands on the side of her head, Izuku thrust her head into his pelvis as far as she could go! Back and forth, again and again, Mandalay was forced to swallow inch after inch of cock, feeling it reach down and stretch her oesophagus. Chokes and gags filled the room as the woman was forcefully face-fucked with no time to recover or adapt, gradually losing all awareness for everything that was going on around her except for the feeling of the dick ramming her head. All she could do was try and suck harder. God, she could feel her mind going blank!
 
“MMMPH!!! MMMPH!!! MMMPH!!!”
 
Meanwhile, Pixie-Bob and Ragdoll could only watch in awe and trepidation as their teammate and friend had her throat forcefully and ruthlessly fucked as her head was plunged again and again and again into the lap of the younger man. It seemed as though she had given up all resistance as she wasn’t even trying to fight back, her body effectively limp as it was subjected to a brutal pounding. But both of them were shocked as, just being able to make it out, they could see Mandalay’s throat bulge and grow as Deku’s hot rod was forced down her gullet. And if the slightly unfocused look in the brunette’s eyes were any indication, she wasn’t going to last long.
 
“Stop! Please!” Pixie-Bob eventually pleaded, unable to watch her team mate continue with this brutal punishment. To her relief, Deku relented, letting go of Mandalay’s head. The red Pussycat slid off his dick, almost collapsing as she gasped for precious air.
 
“It’s not right for you to do this to her.”
 
“Oh really?” Midoriya raised an amused eyebrow at the blonde.
 
“At least, not just to her. Any punishment you give, we’ll do it too if it helps her.”
 
“That’s right,” Ragdoll nodded vigorously, seemingly gaining a little courage. “We’re a family. We do things together.” 
 
“Girls…” Mandalay whispered softly, touched by her teammates’ devotion to go through this humiliation. She could even feel tears welling up in her eyes slightly.
 
“How touching,” Izuku smiled at the other women’s commitment to their friend. It was something he honestly admired in the cat-themed heroines. But if they wanted to go through the same thing as Mandalay, he wasn’t going to stop them. “Okay, Pussycats, come get your treat.”
 
Ignoring the jab, Pixie-Bob and Ragdoll shimmied over towards him. But now that they were closer, they only then fully realised just what they were up against.
 
‘H-How can anyone have a cock that b-big?’
 
‘Seriously, Shino had to swallow that?!’
 
But while they felt that maybe they might have bit off more than they can chew, as they made eye contact with each other, a silent message was conveyed, filling them with determination. Together, the three of them should be able to handle it.
 
Mandalay took the lead, positioning herself once more at the tip of his cock, engulfing his angry head into her mouth and bobbed her head again, now somewhat used to the size. Pixie-Bob, following her friend, attached her mouth to the thick length that wasn’t being worked on by the brunette, sucking and licking across it, trying to wrap her tongue around it, but its sheer size was making it impossible, as if she was trying to lick around a pole. Meanwhile, Ragdoll tried a different approach from the other two, instead focusing on the pair of heavy, swollen balls, sucking on one before shifting to the other, trying her best despite their immense size. and as she worked, she couldn’t help but find the sweaty, salty taste of his sack tantalising, the voice in her head calling for more.
 
“Aaah.” Izuku leaned back, closing his eyes as he relished in the feeling of 3 beautiful women sucking him off. Despite lacking access to their hands, their teamwork seemed to increase their confidence and work ethic, speeding up their sucking and moaning. This was certainly a new experience for him; one he was not going to forget any time soon.
 
He unconsciously started to buck his hips forward as Ragdoll and Pixie-Bob simultaneously licked each side of his cock slowly, beginning from the base all the way up as Mandalay nuzzled lower down, earning them a dollop of precum, a treat which they shared. Already, he knew that Pheromones was having a strong effect as he could smell the scent of the Pussycats’ nectar begin to leak out as their thighs instinctively grinded against themselves.
 
Izuku couldn't contain his groan as he felt the three women all working and nuzzling  the head of his cock, wrapping their tongues around it like slippery eels. It seemed they were also getting quite into it as their eyes were closed, as if lost in the pleasure of servicing his thick rod. The sight of the three of them practically almost kissing was too hot and erotic to resist. Unlike with Midnight and Mt Lady's double blowjob, there was no need to hold back.
 
His fingers locked into Mandalay's brown hair, holding her head in place with his cock still resting in her wet orifice, as he released his load. Mandalay's eyes shot open as a wave of hot semen poured into her mouth, overwhelming her with its salty taste. She began to choke and splutter as her mouth became full, but more seemed to keep on pouring out with no chance to breathe. Eventually, the villain let go of her head, making her pull back as she choked for breath, swallowing everything down in the process. 
 
Deku's dick was still throbbing as it was wrenched from its warm cavity, causing a spray of cum to land on the other two women, coating their faces.
 
"S-So thick," Pixie-Bob breathed, stunned.
 
Ragdoll said nothing, only staring with wide eyes at the amount of hot seed that had been shot out, its smell filling her nose. Remembering the small taste she got earlier, she unconsciously lapped some of the cream, savouring its tangy taste on her tongue.
 
Izuku leaned back in his chair, resting his head on the top of his hand, enjoying the feline heroes' reactions to his first load, but he wasn't done yet. This night was far from over. "That was a good little warmup, Pussycats," he said, getting their attention, "but don't think that your punishment is over.
 
"So who's first?"
 
Mandalay, beginning to have recovered from drinking so much cum, looked up and met his sharp gaze, as his cock still sat stiff and hard up from his lap. She should have known  that a simple blowjob would not have been enough to satisfy his libido, but was still taken aback by just how virile he turned out to be. Still, to protect Kota, she knew what she had to do to please him.
 
Swallowing her nerves and something else she couldn't place, she slowly began to stand up.
 
"I'll-"
 
"I will."
 
Any resolve and feelings of preparedness in Mandalay's head were quickly replaced with shock at Ragdoll's sudden declaration.
 
"Tomoko, no! I'm the leader of this group so I should-" but Ragdoll merely shook her head.
 
"No, Shino. It wouldn't be fair. I was the one who was watching the cameras. But I got clumsy and took a catnap on the job. So I need to take one for the team."
 
"Tomoko..." 
 
Mandalay and Pixie-Bob could hardly believe their teammate's sudden maturity and selflessness to do such a thing for them, as she stared straight ahead at the throbbing beast sprouting from the young man's lap. But the red Pussycat also couldn't help but feel that something was wrong. There was a weird look in Ragdoll's eyes, like a fuzziness, that made her nervous.
 
Izuku only grinned as he eyed the greenette. "Very well then," he said, beckoning for her come closer.
 
Tentatively, Ragdoll made her way over to the villain, who quickly reached forward and pulled her straight into his lap, causing her to release a cute 'eep!' in response. Deku slowly slid his hands down her pale arms before breaking the binds restraining her with his quirk. "You better make yourself comfortable," he whispered huskily into her ear, making the cat girl shudder.
 
He began by attacking her neck with his mouth, kissing, nibbling, and sucking, as his hands began to roam up and down her body, holding her by her waist, all while Ragdoll was biting her lower lip to stifle a moan as he bit down on a  particularly sensitive part of her neck. It didn't help that, with how she was sitting, she could feel his thick cock nestle between her soft buttcheeks, its heat radiating even through the fabric of her shorts. It also didn't help that her slightly moist nether lips were being pressed up against his solid stomach, every small movement making them rub against each other.
 
"Aah!" She released a cry as his hand squeezed and kneaded one of her clothed boobs, alternating between hard and gentle. 
 
Izuku grinned. Her pleasurable moans were like sweet music to his ears. “Did kitty like that?”  he breathed on her neck, sending tingles along her spine.
 
Ragdoll, as much as she wanted to, couldn’t deny how it felt as if her body was craving his touch, how her mind was begging for them to go further, so instead she bit her tongue and tried to ignore as he played with her body. But this was made even harder as he slipped off her top and bloomers, exposing her naked body to his gaze.
 
Ragdoll had the smallest chest of the three Pussycats, but they were still wonderful in their own way, standing firm and perky and filling Deku’s hands as he reached up to cup them, her hard pink nipples poking into his palms. He gave them a squeeze, relishing in how soft they felt and how she crooned as he pinched one of her buds. Moving a hand off and down her back, he grabbed a handful of her fat, round ass. It seemed what she was lacking in the  front compared to her teammates, she more than made up for from behind. He trailed his other hand down until both were squeezing and groping her doughy bottom, pulling her in closer and increasing the speed of her grinding. It was no surprise that the bubbliest Pussycat also had the bubbliest ass!
 
Every touch against her body stoked the fire building inside Ragdoll; the delicious friction against her naked pussy and the heavy rod being squeezed between her cheeks sending shocks of pleasure through her, until she threw her head back and yowled, releasing the flood of love juices that had been building up all night, staining the man’s shirt and trousers.
 
‘My dry cleaner’s not going to be happy,’ he thought. Staring down at the woman, a wolfish grin grew as he looked at her flushed-red face, panting for breath. He was hungry and she looked too good to resist. 
 
Reaching down, he grabbed a firm hold of the greenette’s soft thighs and lifted her up higher, positioning her wet needy lips just above his cockhead, prodding her entrance lightly. 
 
“S-Stop!” she squealed as her eyes widened, realising what he was doing. “I’m still sensitive! Wa-aaaaAAAAIIIIIEEEE!!”
 
Izuku RAMMED the heroine down on his cock with all of his might, slamming their pelvises together. With how lubed it was due to the triple blowjob, as well as how drenched she was between her legs, his cock was half-way engulfed into her needy pussy, relishing how tightly she clamped down on him. With a strong jolt of his hips and his hands pushing down on her waist, he was soon fully inside her, slamming hard against her cervix. The sudden and intense feeling of being filled by something so fat and hard, combined with how sensitive her body felt so soon after orgasm, was too much for the poor pussycat, who couldn’t prevent herself from screaming as she cummed again, hard!
 
After only two orgasms, she could already begin feeling tired, as she almost collapsed against the chest of the man fully engulfed inside her, as her brain told her to take a breath. But at the same time, another part of her was telling her to keep on going. 
 
But if she thought that she would be given any mercy, Ragdoll was poorly mistaken.
 
Deku gave a heavy thrust of his hips upwards, causing the woman to lurch upwards, only to come crashing down, making her give a pleasurable cry as her womb was hammered. Again and again and again, he bounced her in his lap at a steady rhythm as his palms groped her two creamy buttcheeks. 
 
“Ahh! Ohh! AAHH!” Ragdoll couldn’t contain the sounds that were coming out of her mouth as she was fucked. Every single touch, every graze of his teeth on her neck and shoulder, was like fire and her body demanded, needed, more. The pleasure was too much that she began losing focus of everything else around them; she didn’t even notice when her hips start bouncing on their own in time with his. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d ever had sex this good!
 
“Does kitty like that?”
 
“N-No I do-ooOOOHHH!!!”
 
Izuku’s cock hit a particular spot deep inside her that made the woman see stars. He pounded against it again and again, making the Pussycat squeal in his lap as she couldn’t hold back anymore. Her hands gripped onto his shoulders so hard that he’s pretty sure the fabric would tear, all in order to stabilise herself. By now she’d lost count of how many times she’d came.
 
“~MMmhh! AAahh! Oh GOD!!!~”
 
Deku gradually slowed down his thrusting, but this did nothing to stop the heroine’s furious riding, the sound of twin globes clapping against his thighs and her sweet moans and the musky smell of their sweat filling the room. Sitting back, he could see just how far gone Ragdoll was: her face flushed red, her mouth hanging open with her tongue wagging out, her pale pliant boobs jiggling and bouncing with every thrust her large eyes almost rolled back, slightly watering from their intense fuckfest. He could even see them glazed over slightly, indicating Pheromones had conquered another. Finally, he watched as her wide hips slammed against his pelvis up and down, up and down, never stopping. With how much she was gushing and how hard her tight inner walls were clamping down on his rod, he was surprised that he hadn’t come himself yet, but he could feel his heavy balls churning and his cock throb violently, so he knew he’d be reaching his limit. 
 
“Does kitty – mnh – want some cream?” he whispered, his husky tone sending shivers down her spine. As much as the heroine wanted it, some tiny last vestige in her mind screams at her to preserve some of her dignity, so all she is able to do is give a small nod.
 
*SMACK*
 
Deku slams his open palm on her asscheek hard, making it ripple and quake as the woman yelped from the pain and surprise, leaving a pink hand mark behind.
 
“Beg for it. Nicely,” he growls, his emerald eyes intense as he stares directly into her yellow ones. Ragdoll couldn’t help but wilt slightly at the domineering predatory gaze bearing straight through her, making her unable to look away. She may be a cat, but this man was a wolf! And her body craved his seed too badly for her to turn away now!
 
“P-Please, I w-want you to c-cum in me.”
 
*SMACK*
 
“Will Kitty behave herself?” he grinned, enjoying tormenting her a bit longer. The greenette couldn’t hold back anymore, her mind almost breaking from being denied what she so desperately craved.
 
“Yes, master, Kitty will be good! Please just give Kitty some cream!”
 
“Then take it!” With a few more heavy thrusts right up against her womb, Izuku released all of his hot, thick semen deep inside her, flooding her insides with his seed. The sensation of so much spunk filling her insides sent a massive wave of pleasure signals to her brain. She grabbed her new master’s head and pushed her lips hard against his and shoved  her tongue into his mouth, screaming in bliss into him as she came once more, stronger than any other orgasm she had experienced all night!
 
Her body spasmed and shivered for a few minutes as she rode out her blissful high, never breaking the kiss, before finally giving way under her, her body collapsing onto Izuku’s firm torso.
 
Eventually, the villain pushed the heroine away from him, making her whine in disappointment  at the loss of contact, a long sticky string of saliva still connecting their lips. For a good while the two sat there, Ragdoll resting, her head against him while her fingers pawed against his chest while Izuku gently stroked the back of her head as one would with a dear pet. 
 
“Did Kitty enjoy her treat?” he asked. Ragdoll, mind still dazed from their aggressive activity, could only meekly nod. Izuku took a moment to inspect his conquest: the greenette’s face was completely red as her chest heaved, making her tits jiggle slightly with every breath; her body covered in sweat from exertion that shivered and grinded into him in post-coital bliss; yellow eyes that, while normally large and wide open, were half-lidden with tiredness and clouded over with lust. He even swore that he could see tiny hearts in her pupils as they fluttered at him. Pheromones had a stronger effect on some women more than others, and the yellow Pussycat seemed to be the former.
 
“Meow for me,” Deku commanded.
 
Exhausted, the bested heroine tried her best to follow her new master’s order, “N-Nyah,”she purred tiredly, clawing with one hand close to her head.
 
Izuku chuckled at his pet’s adorableness, feeling his still-hard cock throb inside her in response. “Good girl,” he breathed, giving her a chaste kiss on her forehead. Carefully, he grabbed hold from under her and stood up, turning around and placing the woman on his chair before finally pulling himself of her slick warm insides. Ragdoll’s body instantly felt the loss of fullness inside her, making her mewl in disappointment from the lack of contact. She tried to raise her arms to pull him back into her, but found herself too fatigued for even that.
 
Izuku, meanwhile, wasn’t satisfied just yet. He turned around to face the other two Pussycats. “who’s next?” 
 
Suddenly aware of the man’s attention towards them, Mandalay and Pixie-Bob quickly shook themselves out of their stupor. They had sat silent, shocked as their teammate was fucked silly in front of them. Now it was their turn.
 
Mandalay was about to speak up, but stopped herself as Pixie-Bob stood up instead. “Oh? Are you volunteering?” Izuku stepped closer to the blonde, cupping her cheek with his hand as he stared intensely, hungrily, into her blue orbs. To her credit, despite her legs shaking from trepidation and the nervously scared expression on her pretty face, she refused to look away, and gave a quick nod. It seemed that seeing her friend get absolutely ravished had squashed her earlier ferocity. A pity.
 
Swallowing the panic and finding some bravery, she stuttered out, “You… You won’t make me cum.” Deku only raised an amused eyebrow, a smirk growing on his face.
 
“Are you sure about that, Pixie-Bob? By the look of things, your body says otherwise,” he said, gesturing his head down curtly.
 
Following his gaze, Pixie-Bob looked down, only to immediately squawk in embarrassment as she saw the dark, wet stain on the bottom of her outfit. She tried to cover it up, but struggled with her bound arms behind her back. She tried squeezing her thick thighs together, but this only increased the friction on her clothed sex, making her give a stifled moan.
 
Izuku laughed lightly at the woman’s antics. “Oh don’t be so embarrassed,” he said, pulling her in closer to him, making her blush furiously. His hand ran from the back of her neck down to her clasped wrists, breaking the bindings. He then leaned in closer and whispered huskily “I’ll make sure this is a night neither of us will forget.”
 
Before she knew it, the villain slung the poor Pussycat over his shoulder, making her yell in surprise, before flinging her onto his large bed where she bounced. Before she could scramble up, the verdanette was on top of her, trapping her between his knees as he hovered above her.
 
From there, Izuku began to unbutton his shirt, the white material dirty and wet, clinging to his torso from the combined sweat and Ragdoll’s juices. As soon as it was exposed, Pixie-Bob couldn’t help running her eyes across his chiselled body, every muscle lean and strong. Adding the strong musky scent filling her nostrils, the blonde couldn’t help it when her mouth began to salivate and mind go blank as her eyes roamed his solid abdominals. He wasn’t too bulky like other heroes or villains, with the scars giving him an edge of danger, but also allure. His arms looked sturdy and powerful, and she wanted them to wrap around her and hold her close. God, and with a cock like that, he really did tick all of the boxes! He was her perfect-
 
‘No! Bad Ryuko! Don’t get distracted by the sexy,’ she mentally slapped herself, shaking her  head. If only she knew how far she was actually falling. And if she thought the villain hadn’t noticed her staring, she was sadly mistaken.
 
Izuku ran his hands along the blue Pussycat’s creamy legs, his gentle touch sending shivers along her body. Not wanting to be the only one undressed, he grabbed a handful of her crop top and bottoms and, in one move, ripped them off her body, making her shriek in embarrassment.
 
Now naked before him, Deku took in the woman’s body: of the three Pussycat’s, Pixie-Bob was the most evenly developed, with tits topped with hard pink nipples that were bigger than Ragdoll’s, a toned midsection, lean from physical activity, a slender hips that gave way to a smaller, but firmer and perkier ass. Izuku noticed, to his amusement, that her pussy had a few short blonde hairs that were moist from the arousal coating her exposed pussy. 
 
Licking his lips, he just couldn’t resist.
 
Slowly, he trailed his lips down her fit body, from her neck to her collarbone to the valley between her soft breasts to her taut stomach; sucking, nibbling, and biting along her skin, marking what was his. Gripping her thighs, he positioned his head just before her entrance, before leaning forward and giving it a long experimental lick, sliding his tongue along her labia, making her whole body tremble and her legs quake. Savouring her taste, he dove in.
 
“Nnghhhh!” Pixie-Bob bit down hard on her  lower lip Izuku’s expert tongue found all of her sweet spots, making her toes curl. ‘Damn, he’s… good at… thiiiiii-oh!’ She let out a sultry gasp as the man spread her lips apart and forced his tongue further inside her. His hot breath sent tingles up her spine. Any attempts to ignore getting eaten out were made impossible as his nose brushed against hardening clit. Her knuckles turned white from gripping the bedsheets  so hard, trying to hold on. ‘It’s too… good! At this rate I’ll- Aaahhh!’
 
Izuku, discovering how luscious and sweet the blonde’s juices were, fervently sucked and licked  as he devoured her. Up and down, in and out, his tongue slid between her tight folds, making her pant and gasp. He had to wonder if the other Pussycats tasted this amazing. And every now and then, he would look up and make eye-contact with the heroine, enjoying the sight of her squirming under his touch. Getting an idea, he brought a hand up pinched her sensitive nub.
 
“Oooh Gooood!” With immediate effect, her shapely hips began bucking slightly as her fingers interlaced into his dark verdant locks, pushing his face closer into her snatch. “Uuh… Ohhh…” She couldn’t hold back her moans anymore as her sensitive clit was rubbed and played with. She could feel the pleasure gradually engulf her as he continued to eat her pussy, but a voice told her not to care, an idea that was becoming more appealing  with each second. “Ah! More!” she slurred. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had made her feel this!
 
Izuku, massaging her thighs as he held them apart, could feel her slick walls starting to tighten, indicating she close to release. But he couldn’t let that happen. Giving her one more hard, long lick that made her body spasm, he jerked his head out just as she was on the edge.
 
“Noooo…!” she whined, utterly dismayed from being denied just before she was about to have what was sure to be an amazing orgasm. She was so close! Not wanting to lose it, she reached down to finish the job herself, but was only further agitated as her wrists were snatched together.
 
Izuku raised himself so that he was right above the squirming woman, rubbing his swollen cockhead achingly against her dripping sex, torturing her with denial. One hand slid up her leg and hooked underneath her knee.
 
“You know, Pixie-Bob, I’ve been hearing some rumours about you.” The blonde tried to focus on him, though still feeling lightheaded. Why was he talking? What rumours? “It seems your little circle of heroes like to gossip about each other, and your name has come up a few times. But not for good reason.” Now this got her attention. Focusing more, she didn’t notice as his other hand let go of her wrists and grabbed her other leg.
 
“They say that you’re desperate; that you’re so self-conscious about your age and a husband that you’ll sleep with any man who even looks at you.” Pixie-Bob’s eyes widened at what he was saying. “That you’re a lame waste of a hero who hinders her team and only became one because she thought it would help her get more sex.” Would her co-workers really say that about her? It may be true that she still didn’t have any luck in finding a partner, and she may be a little too forward with the men she met, but she  had good reason to.
 
“They call you a slut; a nymphomaniac; the easiest pussy in Japan. That no one wants the ugliest kitty of the litter, so she has to raise her tail all the time.”
 
Every word struck like an icy dagger to the heart. The harsh tone of his voice filled her with intense shame and sadness. Did they really think that of her? Was she really only seen as a hussy? She looked away, trying to hold back the  tears forming in her eyes. Of course they did. Why else hadn’t she found someone? No one would want her, not when compared to her friends. She wasn’t as smart or as mature as Shino, nor as fun and cute as Tomoko, or, to the women, even as fit as Yawara. Any time they  were able to go into the  city and hit up a bar, she was never approached or offered a drink. She always had to go up to men and, even then,  they were never interested in a serious relationship; just a quick romp. So for years, that sense of loneliness crept into her heart, aching for real companionship.
 
“But I don’t believe that.”
 
The blonde was pulled out of her misery as she felt a hand rub her cheek, a thumb wiping away any tears. But what surprised her was how gentle and comforting its touch felt, despite how calloused and scarred it was.
 
“I think you’re an awesome woman, with an amazing quirk and a big heart filled with love that  it just hasn’t been able to share yet.” The soft and encouraging tone of the voice whispering in her ear made her swallow hard, as she felt something deep inside her she didn’t know what, but wanted to keep feeling.
 
“Any man would be lucky to have someone like you at their side.” The hand pushed her face lightly and turned it back to the man in front of her. But instead of the cruel and mocking visage of a villain she had expected, she was met with the face of a different man, his smile warm and kind as his eyes, once burning with devilish delight, now glowed excitedly with a passion that promised comfort and gentle affection. Her legs were now resting perfectly on his broad shoulders, giving her a perfect view of his well-sculpted torso. Oh God, her heart was racing faster than ever before.
 
“If I had you, I would be the happiest man in the world.” He leaned down further until his face was just above hers, her knees now pressed right next to her heaving boobs. Her face, once blushing, was now completely red with how close he was to her. She felt like a schoolgirl again, just about to have her first kiss. But she wanted more than that. She wanted to feel him, intimately. More than she ever felt any other man before. 
 
His thick beast was only pressed slightly into her molten folds, and  she couldn’t wait any longer. She wanted to feel it deep inside her and to never stop. She needed it.
 
And he knew this.
 
Leaning next to her head, he whispered huskily, lovingly, “You’re so beautiful.”
 
Then he slammed his hips down, forcing every inch of his cock inside of her tight cunt, even when it seemed none could fit any further! Pixie-Bob, despite her expectations, was not prepared for the sudden feeling of his swollen cockhead to ram all the way inside her, bumping what she swore was her womb. With how much she had been teased and pushed to the limit earlier, she gave a loud, erotic moan as she orgasmed instantly!
 
“Hah-! Your pussy feels so – fucking – good, Pixie!” Izuku panted above her. The blonde wasn’t even given time to respond as he began to thrust his pelvis rapidly, intensely, up and down, his cock sliding out before crashing back down inside of the warm sheath of its new toy. The soft walls of her pussy was an invitation that kept drawing him back in, a invite he gladly accepted with how much he shoved himself back inside her.
 
Pixie-Bob, meanwhile, could do nothing but lie back and take his brutal pounding, not that she was complaining. “Aah! ~ Ooohh! ~ Fuuck!!!” Every thrust brought out a lustfully sweet exclamation of pleasure, her eyes rolling upwards and tongue lolling out. 
 
CLAP!-CLAP!-THWAP!
 
She could feel as his heavy balls slapped against her firm, round ass cheeks, jiggling with every pump, stretching her insides more than anyone had ever done before, pushing her deeper into the mattress with his entire weight that the bed began to shake. Never before had she felt such euphoria, and never did she ever want it  to end! 
 
“Fuck me! Fuck – ahha – me harder! Faster! Fill me with your – oooh – fat dick!” Izuku was all too happy to comply, somehow finding it in him to go even faster. He got a perfect view of her tits bouncing wildly, her nipples rubbing against his pecs as he fucked her in a raw mating press. Again and again, all she could do was cum from her snatch, coating their lower bodies in her juices. He felt as her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, drawing him in closer as her nails scratched against his back, possibly drawing blood. Not that he minded; pain only excited him more.
 
“God, Pixie!” he practically growled, the more animalistic side of him coming to the surface. With how much she was cumming, her cunt walls were constantly convulsing and squeezing down on him stimulated his shaft to the point where he could feel his balls churning, beginning to ache for release. But until then, he could not stop!
 
With every orgasm, Pixie-Bob realised she had lost track of time. How long had they been at it? 10 minutes? An hour? It didn’t matter, the feeling of being dominated in such a beastly manner was so overpowering, she could feel her mind melt! With such a thick piece of meat slamming in and out of her, she knew that none could compare ever again! But it wasn’t just his phallus that made her wild. The feeling of his strong, firm arms, the sheen and smell of sweat over his abs, the way he looked at her with emerald fire that glowed in his eyes, the aura of passion and authority that permeated around him; each of these awoke some primal instinct inside of her. She just wanted this alpha to continue to fuck her, to submit to him and be with him the rest of her life. This was the man she had been waiting for.
 
“I’m cumming!” Deku finally declared, his pillar now swelling up as it could possibly get as it throbbed painfully, his balls clenching as it readied a powerful release. Pixie-Bob had been up close to those two, had tasted how thick and rich his essence was, how much he had released inside of Tomoko and how heavy they were clapping against her bum, no doubt leaving a red mark on her pale flesh. She knew that if she got filled, the chances of pregnancy would be high. 
 
And that was just what she wanted.
 
“Yes! Cum inside me! Fill me up and put a baby in me! ~❤[font="Times]️~[/font]”
 
With a final growl, Izuku sheathed himself fully inside of the slutty Pussycat and unleashed all of his load deep inside her, filling her womb to the brink. The blonde shuddered at the sensation of warm cream filling here insides, releasing one final orgasm, before her body went limp underneath him, too tired to do anything but lie there in the afterglow, finding a level of completeness she didn’t know she needed until now.
 
The villain, meanwhile, took a while to catch his breath. It had been a while since he had been able to go all out once again and having done so right after already breaking in a girl left him feeling tired. But that didn’t mean he was done, far from it. Despite how red and sweaty he appeared, his appetite hadn’t been fulfilled. Not by a long way. 
 
“Two down,” he said, looking over his shoulder to the last remaining Pussycat. “One to go.”
 
Mandalay swallowed nervously at the predatory hunger in his eyes as they focused on her, more intense than they had been at the beginning of the night. She had watched silently and anxiously as both of her teammates had been fucked raw before her, all of their resistances shattering into nothing. And now it was her turn.
 
Steeling herself, Mandalay stood, despite the shake in her legs, and began to strip herself. She didn’t need wait for any cue nor would she give him the pleasure of exposing her himself, instead taking the initiative. She was going to get fucked at some point tonight, the most she could do was get it over with quickly.
 
Izuku used the opportunity to do a quick look-over the heroine, and she was definitely up to his standards. Each Pussycat had their appeal that drew lustful eyes, and for the red Pussycat that was the size of her large bust. Perfectly round and firm, each capped with a rapidly hardening bud a beautiful rosy shade slightly lighter than her uniform, they practically jumped out of their confines as her tight  top seemed to struggle to contain all of the boob flesh beneath. While she may not have been as large as Midnight and maybe a cup smaller than Momo, there was still plenty to keep any lucky man more than satisfied. And Izuku was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
 
Combined with her flat stomach, wide hips, and delicious legs, as well as her mature, seasoned beauty, Deku remembered why she was one of his first hero crushes. And now they were going to have some fun.
 
Mandalay moved towards the wall behind her and placed both of her hands on the surface, supporting her as she bent over and jutted her rear outwards while spreading her legs open, inviting the man towards her. He didn’t need to get the message twice, as he quickly made his way behind her. He felt a grin appear as, upon closer inspection, he saw that opening her legs betrayed just how moist her lower lips were, no doubt the woman was definitely feeling something as she watched her partners be railed in front of him.
 
The tentative silence between the pair was suddenly broken by a loud slap as Izuku still firm cock smacked itself on her backside, resting comfortably between her two perky cheeks. Mandalay, feeling the absolute weight and heat of the object, felt a shiver up her spine and a small squeal escape as she realised just how rigid and ready the beast behind her was. ‘H-How much stamina does this man have?!’
 
“Just-Just get it over with,” she hissed, a blush appearing on her face. ‘I have to do this. For Kota.’
 
“What’s wrong? Not interested in foreplay?” the man fake-pouted, before returning to his wolfish visage. “Very well. If you insist.”
 
With one last clap on her rear, making it quiver deliciously, Izuku took hold of the woman’s wide child-bearing hips and angled his cockhead before her wet pussy. Slowly, achingly, he pushed himself inside of her inch by inch. Immediately, he could tell that the brunette was the tightest of all of the Pussycats with how much her hot, silky entrance was clamping down on him, therefore he had to go slow.
 
Mandalay bit her lower lip hard in order to stifle any erotic sounds from escaping as she began to feel his firm rod fill her insides. Her hips began to squirm in his grasp each time he made it further and further into her nether folds, every time thinking he was done before another inch was forced inside, stretching her out more than ever before.
 
“God, you’re so – mmh - tight, Mandalay!” he panted, as he was halfway inside of her. “Someone might think that – haah – you’ve never had sex before.” The red Pussycat refused to respond to such a crude remark, instead releasing a soft gasp and whine as another thick inch was pushed inside, reaching a deeper part inside of her, now tarnished. She didn’t want to admit how not far off the villain was. Ever since the death of her cousin, relationships had become a much less important priority for Shino, replaced with the new responsibilities of being a parental figure to Kota, meaning that it had been a long time since she last had sex. Long enough that her pussy wasn’t used to taking a cock, especially one of this size! And with every thrust, she could feel something inside of her rising to the surface again, a type of pleasure she hadn’t felt in a long time, as much as she hated to acknowledge it.
 
A small part of her was now grateful for how soaking her cunt was, as it was the only reason she was feeling some pleasure instead of only pain as her pussy was stretched beyond her limits.
 
Before Izuku was completely in, with a grunt, he tried to pull himself out of her, but found that a small challenge, with how much her greedy snatch wanted to keep him inside of her, gripping onto his meat that sent lovely feelings of euphoria into his brain. He pulled out until only his head remained inside and, with a bestial cry, shoved his cock entirely inside of her, ramming through all resistance until it slammed against her cervix!
 
Barely keeping herself restrained, Mandalay couldn’t prevent the squeal of surprise and ecstasy as she felt all of him. She could only just hold in squirting at the sensation all over him, as her face was almost pushed into the wall, her arms and boobs being the only thing to hold her in place! How? How can a man this evil make her feel this good? Despite having to swallow all of it down her throat earlier, this was nothing to having all of his length shoved inside of her, each throb sending a small wave of pleasure through her. She had to keep it together, for her friends!
 
Refusing to let her adjust, Izuku thrust his inside her slowly yet powerfully, each time making it feel that he was splitting her in two as he went balls deep, the heavy sound of his testicles clapping against her clit and stomach echoing around the room. Reaching forward, he grabbed hold of her bouncing breasts, squeezing the pillowy flesh between his fingers while pinching her firm buds, making her squeal under his touch. Each time he twisted those lovely tips, he could feel her squeeze down even tighter like a pulse while making the most beautiful sounds.
 
Mandalay was barely standing, as each heavy hammering of her body made it jiggle erotically, bring her closer and closer to blissful orgasm that her body demanded. But no doubt he could sense this, as each time she felt she was near, he would stop, depriving her of release. Each time, the urge to cum got stronger to the point where it was almost unbearable. Was this the torture that Ryuko had to endure for so long? There was no way it could get worse.
 
But just as she thought this, she felt him grab hold of her thigh and hoist her leg over his shoulder, exposing her completely, before speeding up his rutting.
 
THWAPTHWAPCLAPTHWAPCLAP!
 
She tried to endure it all, but the new pace was unbearable. It felt like he was fucking her into the wall itself! Looking down passed her wildly jouncing jugs, she swore that she could see her stomach bulge slightly around his girth as it lurched upwards.  Oh God, how was he reaching even deeper!
 
“Ahgh! Ah! Ah! Fuck! God! AHH!~” She couldn’t stop herself anymore, as she felt the burning pleasure within her finally release in a trembling, aching orgasm. She felt her leg buckle under the pleasure as she watched her juices squirt down her, feeling lightheaded at the sensation. Had she always been so lewd? When was the last time she had ever felt so good? What she  wouldn’t give to feel this-
 
No! She shook her head. She couldn’t get distracted. She had to get this and persevere. She had to do this for… for-
 
But whatever thought she was having, the brunette was interrupted by another orgasm coursing through her, drowning her thoughts as she screamed. While Deku was not kind to any of them, he especially lacked mercy for the red Pussycat, the leader of that particularly troublesome Resistance cell. He didn’t slow down as she came, instead increasing in speed while releasing a fierce snarl. She was the cause of his irritation and he was going to get payback.
 
Slapping her ass cheeks one more and watching the succulent flesh wobble, he pushed her leg off his shoulder so that she was twisted completely around to face him. Reaching down, he grabbed a hold of her thick thighs and lifted her upwards before dropping her weight down on him, thrusting upwards to pound her insides even harder. The woman, instinctually looking for  any form of support, wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and legs around his waist. She only realised too late that this new position left her completely in his power, mewling in his grasp. He carried her as if she weighed nothing and was using her like his personal toy, and for some reason, this display of dominance was such a turn on for her.
 
How dare this bastard- “Ohh Fuck! Don’t! Stop!” Again, she was interrupted as a particularly sensitive part of her was slammed by his cockhead, making her see stars. She didn’t even notice that her hips had begun to move on their own. Again and again, he rammed that part of her until it felt she was gushing non-stop. She didn’t sound like a dignified, mature hero, but rather a sloppy, moaning whore.
 
But while these animalistic two were engaged in their intense fucking, a forgotten third-party began to stir. Recovering slightly from being screwed into delirium, Pixie-Bob was able to push  herself up, being awoken by the sound of grunts, moans, and slapping bodies, only to stare in  awe at the sight before her. 
 
Ryuko had always told Shino that she had to get laid for a few years now, that it would help her relax and cope with the stress of hero work and then going underground. It would also have probably helped to get that stick out of her ass. But each time, the woman had waved her off and told her she was okay. But instead of the calm, serious friend she had known all her life, Shino had turned into a lewd version of herself. Wiggling her hips back and forth, side to side; moaning obscenely while her face was wracked in pleasure that even her eyes began to tear up; arms and legs so tightly wrapped around Ryuko’s master that it looked like her body refused to let him go while the man proceeded to kiss and suck away at the heroine’s wonderfully soft neck. 
 
Honestly, the sight was so erotic that Ryuko wanted to join in as soon as she found the energy to-
 
“IIEEE!”
 
Her train of thought was cut off by the sensation of something long and wet wriggle its way inside of her folds. Looking down, Ryuko discovered a head of long dark-green hair nestled in between her thighs.
 
“Tomoko! What are you – hiih -  doing?!” She pushed the other woman’s face away from her crotch. 
 
“Master’s cream! It’s leaking out and going to waste.”
 
“Stop it! It’s mine!”
 
“C’mon, Ryuko. Don’t be so mean!”
 
The greenette then eagerly dove back in between the blonde’s legs, lapping away as the victim in question feebly tried to resist her eager partner.
 
But as the two carried on their tussle on the side, the viridian-haired man continued to rock the insides of the older heroine in his grasp, squeezing and groping her ample behind. Sweat shined and flew off of both of them as the woman rubbed against him intensely, her large tits and sensitive nipples causing a delicious friction between them. With how much she had been cumming, he felt as if she was trying to milk his dick for everything it was worth. He had been able to hold off for so long now, but even he had his limits.
 
With a gruff cry, Izuku once more unleashed his load inside of Mandalay, painting her insides white with his seed. The sensation of her womb being filled with such hot, thick spunk made the woman join her mate in a moment of ecstasy, mixing their juices as she screamed in pleasure.
 
By now, the two were panting against each other, the villain still deeply slotted inside the heroine. Looking at her, he saw that she sported a happy, sexually satisfied smile, despite being barely conscious. 
 
Still holding her against his muscular frame, Izuku carried her over to his large bed before depositing her gently on the covers. The added weight caught the attention of the two others who stopped their scuffle to acknowledge their new bedmate. Crawling over, Pixie-Bob and Ragdoll inspected their friend’s condition, who was only able to give a tired nod, too worn out and dazed to give a proper response.
 
Certain their friend was okay, the two Pussycats turned their attention to their new master. He saw a light shine brightly in both of their eyes, letting him know that they were more than eager and willing to continue.
 
Just the sight alone was enough to make his little friend, not looking any worse despite all of its playtime, throb in anticipation.
 
“Alright, Wild, Wild Pussycats,” he commanded, his voice taking on an authoritative tone that send shivers along their bodies, “Turn around. On your hands and knees. Now.”
 
All too quickly, the multi-coloured heroines moved to follow command. Even Mandalay, barely able to feel her lower half, was able to find enough strength to roll over onto her front despite her legs quivering. With the view provided, Izuku hungrily licked his lips at the sight of the practical bum buffet: Whether it was Ragdoll’s round bubble butt, Pixie-Bob’s perky firm cheeks, or Mandalay’s wonderfully soft thick thighs, each one stirred excitement within him.
 
Feeling his little Deku ready to go again, he rubbed his bulbous head against one of their folds before-
 
“OH FUCK!”
 
- slamming himself balls-deep inside with one thrust, making a very happy blonde throw back her head. Her two friends lying on either side of her grumbled in disappointment and jealousy.
 
“Hrrm, why does she get to go again?” pouted an unhappy Ragdoll. “I’ve been waiting longer than he-ER!”
 
“AHHA!”
 
The greenette’s complaints quickly turned up two octaves as an open palm smacked firmly against her ass, making the doughy cheeks clap and jiggle as a red hand print marked her rear. “Patience, Kitty. You’ll have your turn. But for now…” The assaulting limb then quickly shoved itself into her wanting snatch, fingering her in all the right places, all while its twin went to work on the other woman to his right, pumping in and out, making all three women cry out a cacophony of salaciousness. 
 
The noises of sex and eroticism carried loudly around the bedroom as each Pussycat felt their insides being toyed with, much to their pleasure. One felt it much more as her cervix was pounded with greater speed  and power, making her cry out with  every thrust. The other two, while not being filled with a huge dick, still squirmed and squealed in bliss as their pussies were played with by masterful fingers, rubbing their throbbing labia, pinching and flicking their swollen clits, thrusting and curling around inside to find every one of their sweet spots. Each woman did their best to endure the carnal onslaught, but they couldn’t stop their natural instincts; their pussies drooled, their teeth clenched or were open wide as they moaned like whores, fingers gripped tightly in the bedsheets as toes curled, and rumps bounced against each other as they were smacked again and again, making them cry out in pleasure and pain.
 
“Mmmh!” “Oooh!” “Ah, cumming!”
 
With that last expletive, Izuku felt all three of them tighten down on him, telling him they were moments from release. But being his malicious self, he chose that moment to stop.
 
“Noooooooo…” came the collective tortured whines, once more being denied the sweet bliss to come. Pixie-Bob attempted to move her hips back and forth to get herself off, but Deku grabbed a firm hold of her hips, preventing any movement. Mandalay herself felt her head drop into her arms.
 
“Why did you stop?” Ragdoll whined, pleading with him with her large yellow eyes.
 
Izuku merely gave her a malevolent grin. He knew that he easily make them squirt themselves, in fact his libido demanded he do so, hungry for all three of them. He knew that he had fucked each of them almost mindless to the point of obedience, just as he trained Yaoyorozu, Midnight, and Mt. Lady. But to cement his hold over his new pets, he wanted to hear them say it.
 
“Beg. Like the good girls you are, beg me for it.”
 
All three of them looked at each other. Once, they were a strong and dependable team of heroes whose main specialisation was rescuing innocents, either from villain attacks or natural disasters. Their line of work required a strong sense of resilience and clear-mindedness, harnessing their wills to persevere no matter the circumstances.
 
But in each other’s eyes, they saw none of that: no resilience, no sense of pushing through, no pride or dignity as respected heroines. Only pure, burning lust and affection for the man before them. As noted, the Pussycats always had a strong sense of comradery. As long as they had each other, they were happy and satisfied, including by serving their new master.
 
“Make us cum.” “Stick it in me.” “Fill my pussy with your seed.”
 
“Please, master, fuck us! ~❤[font="Times]️[/font]~” 
 
The man smiled and, wanting to reward his girls, gave them exactly what they wanted. With ferocious speed, he thrust his hips forward while ramming his fingers inward, soon causing all three women to come simultaneously, creating a chorus of erotic mewling. 
 
With all three of them his, Izuku’s mind quickly brought forward images of what he could do with them. He might have to have commission some special uniforms for them: fake cat ears, colour-specific fur lingerie, collars with nametags, maybe even some butt plugs with cattail attachments. Oh yes, he could certainly have some fun with that.
 
But for now, he had some sluts to satisfy.
 
Hours, and countless orgasms, later, the foursome finally collapsed together in an exhausted heap. Izuku felt absolutely exhausted, completely drained, at the amount he had just come. Looking around, he gazed over fondly at his new pets curled up around him in post-coital bliss: Shino resting her head in the crook of his neck, Ryuko rubbing against his opposite pectoral and cooing softly, and Tomoko sprawled out across his stomach. All three women were soon fast asleep.
 
Giving a tired sigh, Izuku was about to join them, but a pinging sound on his bedside table caught his attention. Careful not to wake the slumbering cats, he picked up his phone and turned it on, then clicked ‘open’ on the email notification.
 
Dear Mr Deku
 
I heard about the raid. I hope everything turned out OK in the end. Did anything I tell you help at all? Sorry this email’s late, but I really wanted to thank you 4 sticking it to those arrogant heroes! If there’s anything else I can do to help, pls let me know. 
 
Your no. 1 fan,
Kota
 
Reading the short message again, Izuku couldn’t help but smirk. Who knew that the Pussycats’ biggest secret would also turn out to be his biggest asset?
 
Izuku knew about the boy, but scouting reports had told him that he wasn’t anywhere near the compound, which only meant that they were hiding him somewhere else. They just had no idea where. Then, whether it some god decided to bless them or by sheer coincidence, his adopted little sister Eri had told him about a constantly-angry, hero-hating youth at her school. Kurogiri had been heavily insistent that she get a proper education and learn to interact with people her own age (and Izuku agreed, as he could swear that Dabi and Shigaraki were rubbing off on her in the worst ways, and Compress was teaching her how to cheat at poker), and living around villains for most of her life was doubtfully healthy for her socially, and now it seemed to have been paying off, as she was able to organise a secret meeting between the nephew of a hero and the leader of the biggest villain organisation in Japan.
 
But upon contact, Izuku was surprised to find that not only was the boy not afraid about meeting him, but was actually ecstatic. It turns out Kota had been a fan of his since he saved his life all those years ago and was an ardent supporter of him and the League ever since. The creation of the HRD was seen as the perfect thing in his eyes, as it stopped more ‘stupid heroes from throwing their lives away.’ He hated it that the Pussycats decided to start resisting the new institution, surrounding themselves with other fakes who just wanted to show off. But the final straw came when he was sent to that boarding school. 
 
Izuku knew that they did it to protect him, but Kota saw it as something much more personal: a betrayal. His last family had chosen being heroes over him, once again leaving him alone. 
 
And he wouldn’t forgive them for that.
 
So giving up every bit of information he had to the HRD was an easy decision. It turns out that, when all of your attention is dedicated to remaining unnoticed, one little boy can be very observant when no one is focusing on him. He told the villains everything he remembered: all the heroes that were residing at the compound; their quirks, strengths and weaknesses; their rotation schedules; even things about the support items they were receiving, although he couldn’t name their benefactor. Quite soon, the villains had everything they needed to launch a successful operation.
 
However, Kota made Deku swear on one thing: no matter what happened, his aunt wouldn’t be harmed. She may have sent him away, but she was still his only family. And Izuku, knowing the importance of familial bonds, agreed.
 
Looking down at his new pet lovingly, who was mewling softly in her sleep while nuzzling her cute face into his neck, he believes he kept his end of the bargain.
 
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Clap-Clap-Clap
 
“Oh yeah, baby, you want a taste of this booty?”
 
Standing on a coffee table in the middle of a penthouse, a fawn-haired young woman was swinging her hips side to side, causing her fat ass, outlined perfectly by her skin-tight catsuit, to clap and bounce. Meanwhile, with her back facing towards her sole audience member, she looked over her shoulder and gave him a flirtatious wink as her hands ran up her sides before grabbing the zip on the front of her  uniform and pulling down.
 
It had been just over 3 weeks since her audition and Camie had certainly been putting in the work to improve her seductive techniques and make up her less-than-impressive first impression. 
 
Meanwhile, Izuku was watching her performance with great satisfaction and interest from the comfort of his couch. Clearly the girl had been practicing, as her movements were much sharper and more in-rhythm, wandering hands roamed across her mouth-watering curves to bring attention as her pants and sounds mixed with the music.
 
His eyes lit up hungrily as he watched her slowly expose the long trail of pale skin of her back, letting the top half of her jumpsuit fall to her sides, all while gyrating her hips with an almost-hypnotic effect. Twirling around slowly, she covered her nipples with her hands, before squeezing and wobbling her bountiful boobies, as if they were about to fall out of her hands with how large they were, moaning erotically to tease the man before her. There was certainly something about the emerald fire in his eyes that made the fawn-haired girl feel a rush.
 
Turning around again, she popped her hips so that he got a perfect view of her full round cheeks, before once again slowly pushing the material down to her feet, exposing the jiggly buns and the lacy black thong that was being devoured between them, the only piece of fabric that was between him and her wet snatch.
 
Reaching down further, she pulled the rest of her costume off before waving overhead and throwing it into some unknown part of his living room. Left in nothing but her hat, boots, and tight panties, she dropped into a squat, pointing her shapely rear outwards and placing her hands on her knees, she started to bounce her hips up and down, making the sound of her ass jiggling and slapping that much more audible. Ever since high school, she knew she had a body for sin, so of course she knew how to twerk what her momma gave her!
 
CLAP!-CLAP!-CLAP!
 
“Oh god,” Izuku groaned, his eyes never leaving the rippling, shaking peach that moved around in circles, the flesh rippling so beautifully before him. With how wildly she was moving it, he was surprised the thong didn’t snap. He could feel his erection push hard against the confines of his trousers. And as she got down on all fours, accentuating her curves even more, her boobs pancaking against the cold table as she shook her hips like a dog in heat…
 
…Yep, he couldn’t wait any longer. He needed her. Now.
 
With a gesture of his head, he beckoned her over and spread his legs slightly. Camie seemed almost as eager as she hopped down from the table and skipped over, before kneeling down by his crotch. Not wanting to hesitate, she skilfully unzipped his trousers and freed his imprisoned friend, who sprung up eagerly at full mast. Izuku saw the awe and excitement in Camie’s large brown eyes. He could quite literally smell the arousal coming off of her as she attentively kissed the throbbing head, before diving in, slowly bobbing her head back and forth. Deku felt his head lean back in bliss as he groaned.
 
Another positive thing about the woman, Izuku noticed, was that her glossy, pillowy lips made her a great cock sucker.
 
Maybe he should take a photo of her now and find a way for it to end up in Bakugou’s hands. That would be fun.
 
Unfortunately, he got pulled out of his pleasure-induced meditation by the sound of a familiar ringing. Pulling out his phone, he noticed an icon of a laptop on the main screen. Knowing exactly who it was, he answered it.
 
“Hello, La Brava.”
 
“Oh, Mr Deku, hi. I hope I haven’t caught you at a bad time.”
 
“No, no, this is a perfect time,” he said chuckling, as he stared down at the bobbing head of fawn hair, holding back any moans or hisses at her lovely, soft tongue.
 
“That’s perfect! Well, I’m calling with good news. I believe we may have been able to crack the identity of the Pussycats’ anonymous gadget provider. If I’m correct, this same person has also been supplying a number of other Resistance groups we’ve taken out in the past.”
 
“Well done, La Brava. I knew you and your team could do it.” Izuku’s praise was sincere. The little woman had been an invaluable asset since joining the League and, after becoming Head of Cyber-Security for the HRD, her skills were given the opportunity to truly shine. When she saw the size and quality of the computers she was given to work with, she practically collapsed with glee.
 
On his end, Izuku’s enthusiasm and excitement grew as he intertwined the fingers of his other hand in the hair of the woman sucking him off, pushing her head further into his lap and getting more of his cock inside her warm orifice.
 
“I hope so. This person’s smart. Their tech has no identifying marks or logos, all serial numbers had been removed, and all drop-off communications were done with high-level encryptions; too hard even for me to decode. I were working double-shifts for so many nights just trying to find any clue, I thought I was suffering a sleep-deprived hallucination before I noticed something. Turns out, one of devices we picked up from Kamui Woods’s group was actually showcased at a Support Items Showcase a couple months back. After doing further digging, I’m 99% I know who it is. Forwarding the details of my report to you now.”
 
It was moments like this that made Izuku’s heart swell with pride for his family, those rejected by society now being given the opportunities they were denied for so long. “Excellent work, truly. You’ve outdone yourself.” An idea quickly popped into his head. “Say, your and Gentle’s one-year anniversary is coming up soon, isn’t it? Well, after everything you two have done, I’m giving you both a week off. I hear Okinawa is lovely this time of year.”
 
The verdanette quite literally had to yank the phone away from his ear as the high-pitched squeal on the other end threatened to deafen him. After hearing the phone call end, he opened up the file he just received.
 
Almost instantly, all the positive emotions the villain was feeling disappeared, being consumed by a white hot rage. His face turned into a furious snarl as he stared angrily at the image on his phone, almost as if it would burn under his gaze. He didn’t even notice the slut in front of him stop her work, instead looking worriedly up at him as she sensed his complete change in aura.
 
‘How dare…! After everything I… They have the audacity to interfere…!’
 
Izuku could feel his anger and hatred consume him, something that he had been trained to identify and control. It helped that he was able to see the embers of Dark Energy begin to drift off of his body.
 
Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself down, but he could still feel his blood boiling. His mind instinctually started going into analytical mode, as it often did when some threat had to be dealt with. But he was drawn out of his thinking at the sound of a voice.
 
“Uh, boss, you okay? You’re, like, totally heated at the moment.”
 
Looking down, Izuku remembered that he wasn’t alone at the moment. “I’m fine. Just work-related stresses,” he grumbled. But as he gazed over the mostly-naked woman, a thought came to him. Rational planning could come later. “Say Camie, stand up for a moment.”
 
“Oh, sure.” 
 
But as the curvaceous stripper moved to stand up, she yelped as she was suddenly pushed onto her back on the couch. As swift as a viper, Izuku got on top of her, shoved her thong to the side, and slammed his hips down on her awaiting pussy, shoving himself balls-deep, before rapidly pounding into her again and again, taking out all of his aggression on her slutty body! In this position, all she could do was squeal loudly and flail her legs in the air in surprise and ecstasy.
 
As he proceeded to fuck her brains out, Izuku didn’t notice his phone fall on the floor. Still unlocked and pointing towards the roof, the screen illuminated with the photograph of an elaborately-designed logo of an aegis, a coat of arms done in a modern style. Underneath, the name of its holder was written in stylish font.
 
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