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My Harem Academia (Chapter 5)
🕑 Added 2023-11-21 19:29:52 +0000 UTCAAAAAAAAAAAAND HERE WE GO!!! Finally, this chapter is done! Sorry for the wait, as usual, but these two months are busy busy busy for me. As I'm sure the same can be said for everyone since the holidays are upon us. Anyhow, I wanted to make this chapter come out right since it's been a while delving back into Izuku's lewd adventures. This time continuing his last night with the Pussycat trio with an added appearance from another pro hero. I want to say again, thank you for your continued support, whether you be a new patron or one that has stuck by me. I know my update schedule is hectic and I wish I had more time to update more frequently. Hopefully once I'm done with school this semester, I can get back to updating a bit more.
Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Disclaimer: All characters who participate in lewd or sexual acts are above the age of consent.
“Hmm…huh?” Izuku felt three heavy sensations leaning on his chest, like three snoring rocks were being pressed up against him. Brief flickers of sunlight were peeking out from the shady blinds that helped him enough to see that he was inside Mandalay’s bedroom. The picture of herself and Kota, smiling together in front of what looked to be an amusement park, gave it away. A pithy of shame welled up inside him, having slept with Kota’s aunt along with her two other female teammates, unbeknownst to the young lad. If he ever discovered such a scandalous affair, Izuku very much doubted that Kota would ever forgive him. “Ugh…” His throat was scratchy, desperate for water, and so he quietly tried to get up without waking up either of the nude Pussycats.
Unlatching himself from the three catty ladies was difficult, but thankfully he managed to do so, and rushed to the kitchen in search of life-saving liquid. Izuku threw open the fridge, grabbing one of the gallons of water that Pixie-Bob had brought over prior to their foursome kinky sexplay, and began guzzling down it for rehydration purposes. As the green-haired hero-in-training gulped down the water like a thirsty baboon, he started taking stock of the situation he was currently in. First off, ever since losing his virginity to Midnight, Izuku realized just how important liquids were when it came to sex, especially when several other partners were involved. Another was that sex was awesome. Like…plus ultra levels of awesome. Midnight, Mt. Lady, Miruko, Mandalay, Pixie-Bob, Ragdoll…to think that he actually had sex with all of those beautiful, glamorous, heavenly women made his head pound, and his cock erect with excitement.
“A text message is here! A text message is here!”
Izuku heard his iconic All-Might text message alert somewhere in the living room, though it sounded muffled. Setting down the now empty water jug, he sought after his phone, searching every inch of the room until he finally found it buried underneath the couch cushions. “There you are!” Pulling it free, Izuku dusted off his phone and saw that it was Midnight who was texting him. He gulped, wondering if it was another stray thread of illicit images again. Often his purple-haired teacher would send him nudes, usually after she had drunk several glasses of wine. Unlocking his phone, he opened up his messages and saw that it wasn’t nudes, much to his disappointment, but instead was a singular text that read, [How was the wild, wild night with the pussy trio?] Izuku blushed, unsure of how to properly respond. Upon looking closer at the time, apparently it was sent two hours ago. Then there were other follow-up messages, mostly kiss emojis and provocative innuendos, until the final text said that she was planning on coming over with coffee for all of them.
“Ew…I hate coffee.” Izuku stuck out his tongue in disgust. The taste was far too bitter for him and usually ended up drowning it in nothing but creamer and sugar. A yawn escaped his mouth, blinking tiredly. Right now it was 9:13am, which meant that he’d only gotten around 3 hours of sleep since himself and the Pussycats were going at it until nearly 6am. ‘Shoot, I never sent that essay in to Mr. Aizawa yet. Better do it now before I nod off again…’ Wearily, the freckled rookie reached for his crumpled All-Might backpack near the foot of the sofa and took out his laptop. Hurriedly, he logged onto his school’s website and made sure that his essay was free of typos and grammatical errors. “Three percent left…just great. Forgot to charge it.” Izuku yawned again. Ever since becoming the Symbol of Sex, juggling his sex life and his school life was exhausting. All-Might had warned him that this could happen, but he never thought that it would happen this quickly.
Once the essay was uploaded, his laptop was on its last percent, sighing in relief and closed it shut. Reaching for his phone, Izuku replied to Midnight, [Not a huge fan of coffee, but I’m sure the others will be happy. Thank you, I can’t wait to see you :)] His eyes started to dim, moving forward and back as he tried to fight his sleep. “Stay awake…have to…open door…f-for…Nemuri…” Shadows were sprinkling across his vision until finally it was all he could see, finding himself in a dream where he was fighting crime with All-Might…with no pants. Ugh, it was this dream again. The cringeworthy dream went on for quite some time until a warm, tight feeling started to wake him up. Familiar…Izuku had felt this sensation before. Whatever it was, he sensed it happening around his crotch and it was enough to wake him up, causing his eyes to dozily flicker open. “H-Hu…wah?”
And there she was, in all her insanely gorgeous beauty, Midnight on her hands and knees, slurping up and down his cock like it was her last meal.
“…” Izuku stared blankly, blinking his eyes tiredly at his purple-haired teacher. This hadn’t been the first time that he found Nemuri giving him a blowjob while he was asleep. There was something about how cute and innocent he looked as he slept that made him irresistible to her apparently. “…Good morning.” He said nonchalantly, yawning while smacking his lips. The scent of slightly burnt eggs mixed with the faint aroma of tuna wafted into his nostrils. Izuku turned his head and saw the three Pussycat heroes seated at the table, casually eating breakfast. Ragdoll was the first to notice him awake and waved exuberantly.
“Oh! Izuku’s awake! Hey hey, do you want OJ with your BJ, Izuku?” Tomoko pointed to the orange juice on the table. “Vitamin C is good after using your big D all night long!”
Izuku chuckled but shook his head. “M-Maybe after. Nemuri hates it when I move too much.” That seemed to make Midnight happy, hearing her giggle giddily, while her tongue tickled his bulging veins and lips tightened around his shaft. Laying his head back to relax on the couch cushion, he got comfortable as Nemuri sucked him off like a pro. There was nothing quite like a Midnight blowjob. Having gotten some from several different pro-heroines, Nemuri was in fact on a different level than the others. It probably had something to with the one and only R-rated hero, and if her immense collection of pornographic material back at her house meant anything, then Nemuri took sex very seriously. “Ahhh, Nemuri…you’re sucking me so good!!” He missed this, a lot.
“Aww, he calls Midnight by her first name. How cute.” Pixie-Bob commented as she gulped down a swig of juice. “After last night, Izuku, feel free to call me by my first name too. Hell, you can call me whatever you want. Mmm!”
“Shh! Don’t interrupt them.” Mandalay chastised her blonde teammate. “Let them have their fun…and take a shower after this, Ryuko. Your body odor is making Tomoko gag.”
“Oh shut up, I don’t smell that-” Ryuko stopped to sniff one of her pits. “AUGH! Oh…o-okay, yeah. Definitely taking a shower after breakfast.”
Nemuri made sure to ignore the bickering of the Pussycats, instead choosing to focus on her beloved Izuku and his gigantic shlong that was thumping down her throat. This was her special time with Izuku, something that was in short supply ever since the other female heroes got a hold of him. The most she’d gotten in weeks is the occasional phone sex call, and even that only got her to a measly seventeen orgasms. No, Nemuri was going to savor this, for as long as she could…although those eggs did smell rather scrumptious. She’d skipped breakfast in order to make the fastest train route to get over to Mandalay’s apartment, forgetting to pick up her raspberry tart croissant when she ordered the coffee. At the very least, Izuku’s delectable semen would make a nice appetizer before the main course.
Izuku looked down at Nemuri’s hair, which was tied back into a ponytail, brushing his hair through it. Her soft, purple hair matched nicely with the gray, vertically lined sweater she had on, snugly hugging her curves. Before leaving her house, she must have made sure to grab the sweater with the hole cut just below her neckline, which left the upper half of her cleavage exposed. Nemuri knew just how badly he was enamored with her tits, even if he tried to hide it. He licked his lips, seeing her sweater puppies jiggle underneath the clothing as she bobbed her head between his legs. The vacuum-like suction of her mouth caused him to utter out a pleasured squeak, scrunching his fingers onto the couch cushions as he tried to stave off his orgasm. But Nemuri was relentless in her blowjob, hitting every weak point she knew he had, from the tip of his penis to the base of his scrotum. Midnight was practically a sex goddess in human form and every bit of her body could make a man, or woman for that matter, cum in a manner of seconds if she really wanted them to.
“N-Nemuri! Aghhh! I’m so close!” Izuku squeaked again, shuffling, but Nemuri made sure to hold his legs down to keep him from moving too much. It only got better from here as he heard the familiar shlicking noises of fingering oneself, turning to see the Pussycats touching themselves from the sight of him and Midnight’s lewd blowjob. Clearly what he and Midnight were doing had stirred their sexual instincts awake again. ‘Nemuri smells so good that it’s making my head spin…’ The attractive and alluring exhibitionist doted on him, who remained seated with his penis stiff as she gorged herself on its erect state, pulsing in tandem with his heartbeat.
Nemuri was a tad miffed at having the spotlight taken out from under her by the sudden interruption by the trio of horny Pussycats. However, it only served to cause Izuku to swell larger inside her mouth, which meant more precum for her to gulp down heartily. Her gorgeous eyes seemed to fixate on his cock, swollen and throbbing hard inside her mouth. With a beguiling grin, she opened her mouth to release Izuku’s penis, as her breasts pressed tantalizingly against the couch cushion below his scrotum. “Oh gosh, just look at your penis, Izuku. So handsome…so delicious…so passionate! Oh, how I love youth and the vigor they inherit within their supple bodies!” The expression Nemuri had, so hungry and impassioned, was reminiscent of countless porn stars she’d “researched” back when she was a young vixen.
‘This is the woman I lost my virginity too…’ Izuku shivered under the mesmeric stare of the mature, sexy hero. Like always, he was unable to fight back against Midnight’s dominating authority as the perverse pleasure that she instilled into him took hold, allowing him to sit back and enjoy what would no doubt be another captivating ride. As if reading his mind, the green-haired rookie saw as Nemuri’s pink lips twitched enticingly next to his tip, smacking loudly enough that a bead of precum oozed out.
“Oh! Yet another Cowper secretion! Mmm…how I’ve missed the scent of your semen, Izuku…” Midnight’s lips trembled as her nose took heavy whiffs of the globule of cum, her juices leaking out of her slit to fall onto the floor. “You’re so swollen…if I don’t take care of you quick, then you’ll blow up all over Mandalay’s wonderful couch.” She smiled, the alluring nature of making the boy in front of her shake with lust. As she spoke, the tip of her tongue flicked in and out from behind her lips as Nemuri made sure that her hot breath was billowing onto his cock while talking. The R-rated hero ran the tip of her tongue over her slightly parted lips, from one corner to the other to further tease the young hero.
“F-Fuck…I forgot how seductive Nemuri could be…” Pixie-Bob panted as several of her fingers inched their way further into her dripping slit. No longer caring about her breakfast, the blonde pussycat instead chose to focus her attention on the illicit sight taking place in one of her best friend’s living room.
“Please don’t make a mess of the couch. My guests like to sit on that.” Mandalay commented, her nephew Kota coming to mind. ‘Best I do not mention that Kota is supposed to be coming over later tonight. The last thing I want is for Izuku to become awkward and spoil the mood.’ Shino made a judging side-eye towards Ryuko, shaking her head at her perverted comrade’s antics.
“Hey hey, Shino, want me to eat you out while you look at Izuku and Midnight?” Ragdoll chimed in with the beaming, happy smile that always managed to bring joy to her friends and public alike.
Mandalay contemplated the request, knowing that if she accepted, then she’d be just as terrible as Ryuko. Then she remembered that she was also a part of a sex cult-like organization that’s sole purpose was to indulge in depraved affairs in order to alleviate pent up stress. And so, Shino assented with a nod and simultaneous shrug. “…Okay.” And quickly enough, she watched as Tomoko got to her knees, crawled under the desk, and spread her legs in order to give her a proper morning cunnilingus. “Mmmm~! Tomo, don’t focus on the clit from the get-gooooooo~!”
Faced with such over-the-top sexuality, from Midnight’s erotic blowjob and the Pussycat trio’s debauched affair happening in the background, Izuku’s heart began to pound faster. His ears were ringing with the noisy moans of Shino, Ryuko, and Tomoko, mixed in with Nemuri’s sensual breathing. She seemed hellbent on getting off from the smell of his cum, still sniffing up and down his sweaty erection. He hadn’t had time to shower before napping on the couch, so there was no doubt still some residual love juice from all three of the Pussycats from the night prior. Nemuri had to have known if that beguiling smirk was anything to go off of. His ears pricked up when he began hearing Midnight whisper something to him.
“Now then, let’s take care of this swollen cock of yours…”
Hearing such a dirty word slip out of a pro hero’s mouth, one that was, on the surface, a beautiful, classy woman. Izuku was embarrassed, and yet at the same time, a strange sense of excitement raced through his body, filling his chest with heat. Just the faint touch of her breath against his dick was bringing him to the cusp of orgasm.
“…To have such a manly cock for such a baby face.” Nemuri whispered, wrapping her fingers gently around his cock. “You’re so hard…and dripping wet too.” She squeezed his cock, as if wringing out his precum, before bringing her lips close to the tip. Izuku jerked up, like a jolt of electricity pierced through his body, while her bright pink and slippery tongue seemed to cling to his cock. “Mmm, Izuku, you taste so good! So salty…yet still so sweet. Have you been drinking that pineapple juice like I told you to?” Seeing him nod made her smile. “Good boy.” The tip of her tongue played over the head of his cock, focusing intently on his slit to gobble more of the precum.
Incapacitated with pleasure, Izuku was unable to resist, giving in to the pleasure coursing through his entire body. Having circled the head of his cock once, Nemuri lapped at the tip with the flat plane of her tongue and his ass twitched uncontrollably with pleasure. The blowjob felt good, almost unbearably so. It made the pleasure he once received from masturbation seem almost like a joke in comparison. He saw a faint smile play on her lips as her tongue teased his cock, evidence of her own growing excitement. The tantalizingly wet sound of her saliva mixing with his precum echoed loudly in the cacophony of the Pussycat trio’s moans and squelching.
Semi-transparent threads of spit and precum dripped from Nemuri’s tongue, painting the head of his cock in slippery fluids. Izuku’s cock twitched spasmodically, his vision blurring with lust for his purple-haired teacher. “There’s so much precum! Mmmmmm~! You taste so wonderful! Mmmaaaaaah! You’re practically…ahhh…overflowing…” As Midnight’s tongue grew more energetic, a seemingly never-ending stream of precum flowed from the tip of his dick. The dominatrix skillfully used her tongue to scoop up his aromatic seminal fluid. A sultry, almost obscene aroma wafted in the air as she confidently swallowed his precum in one solitary gulp. “It won’t stop…your dick is getting all dirty with your precum! Izuku, such a naughty boy! To make your gorgeous, sexy teacher swallow your thick, oozing precum! Mmm…I’m getting addicted all over again.”
“H-Hrrrrgh! N-Nemuri!!! Hold o-on…” Izuku moaned, his entire body shivering as Nemuri’s tongue ran over every inch of his tip, from the slit at the top down to his frenulum. He couldn’t help but bask in the intense pleasure, even as he protested weakly. Having such a beautiful woman use her mouth to please him, such a thing he never thought would be possible for an awkward, ordinary-looking guy like him. She continued licking the head of his cock thoroughly while stroking the shaft, using her whole hand to ensure that no part of his dick went untouched by her graceful grip. Izuku felt a burst of feverishly hot pleasure race up his spine as she dug the pointed tip of her tongue into the slit on his tip. His cock swelled, throbbing from being so painfully aroused. With Midnight’s bittersweet scent filling his nostrils, he felt his mind turn blank in the face of almost paralyzing pleasure.
The sound of Midnight’s sucking coupled with the occasional glimpse of her round breasts through her boob window only further spurred his arousal. “…I’m going to suck every drop out of you.” She spoke, as if pledging an oath to both Izuku and his phallus. And with that said, she opened her mouth wide, giving the green-haired rookie an alluring sight of her plump, thick tongue and her cheeks covered in saliva, causing his cock to jerk up in anticipation. In an instant, Izuku’s entire cock was engulfed in hot, wet flesh, and white sparks of pleasure exploded in front of his eyes. Nemuri slowly began moving her head up and down on his cock, as if she wanted to make sure that he saw every inch of his cock be pleasured by her mouth. Her lips, squeezing him tightly, created pleasurable friction while the flesh of her inner cheeks engulfed his dick, while her tongue circled the shaft with fluctuating pressure.
“Izuku, sweetie…mmm…I can feel you trembling in my mouth. Does it hurt…how badly you want to ejaculate? Mnph! Are you that turned on by me? Your mature, noble, intelligent, immensely gorgeous teacher…sucking on your cock?”
“N-N-Nemuriiiiii…” Izuku squeaked in response to Midnight’s teasing. The almost unbearable sensation of her tongue playing over his sensitive skin, the suction of her mouth, and her lips squeezing him so tightly combined to form intense, mind-blowing waves of pleasure. He couldn’t believe that he ever thought that Midnight, the R-rated hero, a U.A. professor, was prim and proper. When in reality, the woman was as depraved as vulgar porn stars. Harder and harder, she kept stuffing his cock in her mouth, slurping loudly so that the lecherous pussycats in the kitchen could hear her.
“N-Nemuri, you’re such a…a-aaaaaah slut! To suck your student off so provocatively! And in front of-mmmmmmmmm- three other women without a care in the world!” Pixie-Bob tried, in vain, to chastise the purple-haired dominatrix. All the while, her fingers being knuckle-deep inside her dripping cunt, squelching loudly next to the pussy-licking Ragdoll and squirming Mandalay. “Oh f-fuuuuuuuuck! I’m about to c-cum…yes…yessssss…oh yesssssssss!” She mewled in a high-pitched voice as juices squirted out of her pussy, slobbering all over the kitchen chair she was sitting in.
Mandalay, holding a hand over her mouth to try to stifle her own moans, glared over at her blonde teammate. “Y-You’re so cleaning that up after t-thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissssssssssssss!!!” Her eyes suddenly crossed as Ragdoll used her tongue to spread her folds further, while her fingers massaged her clit, and progressively moved her head faster between her legs. Placing a hand on top of Tomoko’s emerald-colored hair, Shino pushed her friend’s mouth harder down, now biting her lip in intense pleasure, and staring at the ceiling gleefully.
Hearing the Pussycat trio’s libidinous moans, in tandem with seeing Izuku moan in pathetic bliss, Nemuri narrowed her eyes before burying her face in his crotch. The ring formed by her lips and the soft flesh of her cheeks squeezed his dick tightly as she forced his erection inside her mouth. Mimicking Ragdoll’s actions, the R-rated hero spread open Izuku’s legs further apart and swallowed the rest of his cock in one gulp, the tight opening of her throat squeezing the sensitive head. As Midnight gulped repeatedly, she used her throat muscles to constrict themselves around his cock while they rippled over it. Gulping loudly, she held him in her mouth, the tip of her tongue playing with the head of his penis. That caused Izuku’s hips to shudder as she gently lapped at the end of the shaft, which was more sensitive than usual after being squeezed down Nemuri’s tight throat.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh! Nemuri!! It feels sooo good!!” It was unbelievable. Still, after all this time, for his mind to comprehend. How could he be so lucky? To have not one, not two, but an entire organization of women with insatiable libidos that had goddess-like beauty. Loud slurping sounds echoed loudly in the room each time she moved her mouth up and down and the pleasure he felt from her lips made him realize that this wasn’t a dream. This was no fantasy concocted by his brain. This was reality. And he truly was the upcoming Symbol of Sex, a title that was once held by his mentor and greatest hero in the world. The responsibility of thousands of horny heroines was up to him, and only him, to satisfy. Embarrassment and arousal, pleasure and guilt all mixed together into unadulterated excitement, the likes of which Izuku had never felt before.
“Mmm! Mmnph…your cock is…mmmm…so hard!”
The way Midnight sucked his cock, making sure to keep her sharp teeth from nipping his skin, was so sublimely gorgeous. Soaking in the pure bliss of her blowjob, Izuku still couldn’t quite shake the guilt that lingered in the back of his mind. Was he stealing these women away from other men, whether now or in the future? Did any of them have boyfriends? Husbands? Could they still date other people while still seeing him to release their frustrations? Did he want them to see other people? A selfish part of him immediately said no, that he wanted them all to himself. But is that how a hero should react? Only a villain thought so selfishly…right? The anxiety swirling through his brain was no match for the combination of strong stimulation and soft, gentle teasing. As her tongue teased his tip, he felt the urge to cum rising. Ultimately, Izuku’s lust was stronger than his subconscious guilt, allowing himself to be swept away by the whims of the sultry heroine.
Wanting to savor the pleasure a little longer, Izuku planted his feet firmly in an attempt to keep himself from cumming. ‘I wish this pleasure would last forever…I never want it to end.’ As he desperately fought against his building orgasm, the skin on his swollen erection became stretched tighter than ever, further increasing his sensitivity. Nemuri stroked his cock with just the perfect amount of pressure, not too hard or too soft, it was just right. Twirling her tongue around his cock in time with her strokes, she pushed him in and out of her mouth, tightening her lips with each thrust. Her slippery, wet tongue licking his cock relentlessly, over and over, pushed him over the edge. He watched as her supple, large breasts swayed in time with the movements of her head and arms. His senses were flooded with her overpowering scent. Her heavy breathing and the lewd, squelching sounds from her mouth only amplified his pleasure. ‘Oh god, Nemuri is too sexy! It feels too good. I can’t fight it!’
Izuku’s testicles rose as his urge to cum grew stronger, his ballsack pulled painfully taut around them. And yet the pleasure was enough to take his mind past the pain. The powerful suction of Nemuri’s mouth, her relentless tongue, and the way her beguiling eyes were twinkling up at him…made his balls, tightened and ready to cum, brushed against Midnight’s spiky, dark purple hair. Hedonistic pleasure racing through his dick, her wet mouth, and heavy breathing mixed together with the perfume and sweat from her body. Every single scent and sound from Nemuri drove him deeper into a state of ecstasy. ‘Her mouth is so tight and wet. I need to cum so bad!’ He couldn’t fight the onslaught of pleasure. As his vision began growing hazy, only Nemuri’s face remained in sharp detail. The sloppy sound of her mouth sucking his dick and the sight of her flared nostrils as she struggled to breathe. The way her lips stretched over the shaft of his cock, almost like she was trying to blow away the flames of his lust. It all looked so ridiculously, absurdly dirty…her expression so lewd, he was tempted to ask how much she loved sucking his cock.
But he knew. Izuku already knew that Midnight was obsessed with him. His cock as well. Just as badly as he was obsessed with her.
His vision, hearing, sense of smell, and the rest of his five senses were all fixated on Nemuri. That familiar pressure was billowing at the base of his cock, telling him that it was time. “Aaaaah! Aaah, I’m cumming! Nemuriiiiiiiiiiii! I’m cumming!!!” The cum that had built up, for those few hours that he had to rest after a night of intense sex with the Pussycats, came flooding out through his urethra as mind-numbing pleasure coursed through his body, all the way down to the soles of his feet. An incredibly hot stream of cum gushed into Nemuri’s mouth, flooding every inch of it with his sticky semen. With her nostrils flared wide open, Midnight’s cheeks sunk deep as she vigorously sucked on his dick, swallowing every last drop of cum. “Midnight!! Ahhhhhhhhh!! Nemuriiiiiii!! Keep going, please!” As he cried out her name, Izuku could feel his ass cheeks flex and jerk uncontrollably as his body squeezed out as much cum that were stored in his scrotum.
Nemuri gulped gleefully in response. Gasping for breath while swallowing frantically, she joyfully gulped down every drop of his musky semen. The dominatrix seemed to enjoy the occasional errand of green pubic hair as much as his cum as he continued shooting sperm into her hungry mouth, like lava from a volcano. She gulped down his stodgy fluid, as if it was water from an oasis and she was dying of thirst. Nemuri held his shuddering hips down while still bobbing her head between his legs, seeing some of his semen drip out from her mouth and cascade onto her peeking cleavage. The orgasm seemed outrageously long, going on for seemingly an unending amount of time, when in reality it was only a few minutes, but finally the flow of cum began to peter out. Removing the cock from her mouth, Nemuri burped unashamedly, the strong scent of Izuku’s cum filling the air.
Izuku laid there, his body sinking deeper into Mandalay’s comfy couch, staring upward at the ceiling. He was breathless, body shivering as he felt Nemuri pepper his penis with tender kisses. “Unbelievable…you’re amazing, Nemuri.” She had sucked him dry, just like she promised. He was surprised that he even had any semen left in his balls after the long night with Shino, Ryuko, and Tomoko. Yet here Midnight was, her mouth wide open where he could clearly see strands of his green pubes and strings of spit and cum clinging to her tongue and the insides of her cheeks. There was even a hearty puddle of his semen on her breasts, pooling down the valley of her delicious pillowy cleavage. Nemuri’s nostrils flared almost impossibly wide as she seemed struggling to catch her breath, while every now and then letting out a soft, cum-tinged burp.
“Mmm, all of your thick, yummy cum is in my belly now, Izuku.” Nemuri grinned with a debauched sense of pride. Her tongue was covered in a mixture of saliva and semen, which dripped lazily down the insides of her cheeks as she spoke. With one last gulp, she swallowed the remaining pool of cum along with the several strands of pubic hair stuck to her tongue. “Did you miss mommy Midnight’s blowjobs, baby?”
Savoring the afterglow from his orgasm, all Izuku could do was nod listlessly as Nemuri chuckled softly. Right now, he was at a loss for words. That, and he was extremely tired still. The dominatrix’s expert mouth had sucked him into a universe of pleasure that most men could never have fathomed before. The combined scent of his cum and Nemuri’s perfume filled Mandalay’s living room as mused over the reckless sexual nature that was his life now. Then his stomach started to rumble, rather loudly, that it brought a sudden quiet to the living room and kitchen.
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Then, a rancorous fit of laughter came from the Pussycats and Midnight, which made Izuku blush in embarrassment. Then another unabashed burp came from Midnight, along with a shameless snort from her laughing. Now it was Nemuri’s turn to become ashamed, covering her nose as her face became crimson red. As Mandalay, Pixie-Bob, and Ragdoll (while she was still kneeling between Shino’s legs) laughed their hearts out, Izuku took pity on the woman and brushed her purple hair in a soothing fashion. The dominatrix was thankful, though still somewhat self-conscious that someone younger than her was comforting her.
“Hey, want me to make you a breakfast plate, Nemuri?” Izuku grabbed his teacher’s hand, pulling her up, as he somewhat stumbled, still reeling from the intense orgasm.
Before she could answer, Nemuri burped again, stinking of cum, and covered her mouth. “…If you’d be so kind, Izuku.”
Izuku, trying desperately not to cringe from how dreadful her breath smelled, nodded and turned around to head to the kitchen. Reminding himself that it was his cum that she swallowed, he kept his thoughts to himself and went to work making him and Nemuri breakfast. As he did so, the Pussycat trio made room for them, while helping him warm up the now cold food, before they all sat down to enjoy their food together. As they all enjoyed the food, while poking fun and ribbing each other for what just transpired and the night before, Izuku wondered to himself if that was his new normal. That the lewdness of his new responsibility of the Symbol of Sex could indeed actually coincide with the absurdity of his adolescence and college life. While he couldn’t find an answer, at least in this very moment, he could at least find solace in the happiness at seeing just how wonderful Mandalay’s, Pixie-Bob’s, Ragdoll’s, and Midnight’s smiles looked.
