CHAPTER 61
Izuku didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath. The moment her dazed, bliss-drunk eyes locked onto him, he grabbed the back of Mitsuki’s head and shoved his cock back past her lips.
“Nhhn—!” she gagged immediately, throat convulsing as he drove deep, his hips snapping forward mercilessly.
Drool and spit spilled down her chin, stringing between her lips and his shaft as he used her mouth like it was made for him.
Mitsuki clutched at his thi...
They broke their kiss, Izuku smirking as he gripped the back of her neck firmly.
“I want you to suck it. If you do, I might not bother you for the rest of the day,” he said, his tone smooth yet commanding.
Hearing that, she immediately agreed, though her lips curled into a teasing smile.
“You promise?” Mitsuki asked, her voice dripping with mock innocence.
“Of course. When have I ever broken my promise?” he replied with a grin that made her chest tighte...
He approached Ms. Bissette, who was sitting at her desk, casually sipping something from a purple flask. The faint clink of the cup against the desk caught his attention.
She glanced up and smiled warmly, setting the drink aside.
‘Is she drinking wine? This early in the morning? Wow, she really is French,' he thought, his eyebrows raising slightly at the idea.
“Travis, how may I help you?” she asked, standing up smoothly, her posture elegant, yet approachable.
Izuku wiped his face casually with the back of his hand, licking the last traces of her from his lips before standing up. Without a shred of guilt, he walked back and dropped onto the couch next to
Masaru—sitting there as if he hadn’t just buried his face between Masaru’s wife’s legs. His pulse was still racing, but all he felt was raw excitement thrumming in his veins.
Mitsuki stood frozen for a moment, her body still trembling with aftershocks. Her thighs pressed ...
"Travis, a little late, but you made it. Take your seat, I'm marking the register," Ms. Bissette said, her tone calm and routine as she clicked her pen against the paper.
He nodded and moved to his desk, sliding into his seat with practiced ease.
"Travis, you good?" Eve’s soft voice came from beside him. She leaned slightly toward him, her long lashes framing eyes that carried a trace of concern.
"I'm great," he said with a small smile, brushing off the earlier incident...
Izuku’s pulse quickened as he crept closer, slipping silently behind her. His fingers hooked under the hem of her pants, tugging them down just enough to reveal the black thong hugging her perfect curves. His gaze darkened, drinking in the sight of her round, firm ass, the thin strap vanishing between her cheeks.
“Yeah…” he breathed, the sound low and husky, a whisper that brushed her ear like a secret.
The warmth of his breath sent an involuntary shiver racing down Mits...
Ichigo kept the pace steady at first, the wet thwop, thwop, thwop filling the room, each deep drive hitting her sweet spot dead-on. Every time he bottomed out, Ikumi’s breath hitched and her nails dug into the sheets.
But then… he changed.
His hips slowed, but each thrust became deliberate, grinding into her with slow, devastating rolls that made her clit brush against him at just the right angle.
“Nnnghhh—hhhaahhh… I-Ichi—go—” she moaned, her voice breaki...
Travis was quick to react, rushing into the bathroom to catch Jenny as she stumbled, his arms wrapping around her to prevent her from falling.
The sudden closeness between them sent a jolt of electricity through the air, their breaths mingling as they stood locked in a moment of unexpected intimacy and tension.
A sharp intake of breath filled the room as they both processed the sudden turn of events, their eyes locked in a silent exchange of emotions.
"Man, that was a clo...
Izuku leaned back on the couch, eyes still flicking to Mitsuki as she moved around the kitchen. The subtle sway of her hips caught his attention, and he had to suppress a smirk. She had this effortless presence—calm, composed, but with a hint of playful mischief in the way she glanced his way.
Masaru’s voice broke the quiet again, talking over the game. “You know, Izuku, you ever think about taking a break from all that U.A. stuff? Sometimes a kid’s gotta just chill at home.”...
Ikumi steadied herself, planting her hands on his chest for balance. She began to roll her hips slowly, letting the thick length inside her drag against every sensitive spot on the way up before she slid back down.
*Pa… pa… pa…*
The quiet, rhythmic slaps of skin meeting skin echoed in the warm air, her slick heat making each motion sound even wetter.
Ichigo’s eyes stayed locked on her — not just her face, but the way her breasts bounced with every rise and fall,...
The following day, Ichigo showed up to work early like always. The street was still quiet, the air cool enough to make him shove his hands deeper into his pockets. He leaned against the wall outside Ikumi’s office, watching a couple of pigeons fight over crumbs on the sidewalk.
After a few minutes, he heard the click of the lock from inside. The door creaked open just enough for her to peek out — and before he could even greet her, Ikumi grabbed him by the front of his shirt and ya...
What did he find? Well, Travis stumbled upon her accounts on numerous swinger websites—and he really meant numerous. Each profile offered more than enough to satisfy his curiosity.
Not to mention, there was an OnlyFans page that had long since died, leaving behind cached photos and videos, plus other incriminating material scattered across obscure forums. He even found mentions of her daughter, buried in some of the deeper threads.
' Damn… Melonia and Iwanka really are horn...
Travis listened carefully as Diane explained that he was only to remove the long and thick vegetables, leaving the rest untouched. He nodded, absorbing every word, the afternoon sunlight glinting off the leaves around them.
She led him over to the section of the garden where the thorn trees had rooted themselves like stubborn sentinels, their twisted branches curling into the soil and crowding out the smaller plants.
“These,” she said, motioning to the dense growth, “are ...
The next morning, sunlight filtered softly through the blinds, casting stripes of gold across the rumpled sheets. Inko lay nestled against Izuku’s chest, her breathing slow and even, hair fanning out over him like a dark halo.
He watched her for a moment, tracing the curve of her jaw with his eyes, the soft rise and fall of her chest, memorizing the warmth and weight of her against him.
‘Man, it'll be hard to hold myself back, but I can find other ways to make things fun,...
Travis walked back home, his mind still running through the list of things he needed to get done.
The sky was turning orange as the sun dipped lower, shadows stretching long across the pavement. When he reached his house, he pulled open the creaky garage door, the familiar scent of dust, oil, and metal filling the air.
He stepped inside, scanning the shelves before reaching up to grab the old shovel hanging on the wall. Its handle was smooth from years of use, the wood warm und...
"Travis, do you… find me attractive?" Judith suddenly asked, her voice barely above the sound of running water.
The question snapped Travis out of his ranting inner monologue, his head jerking toward her like he’d just been slapped with reality. For a second he stood there stunned, the words hanging in the steamy air between them.
"Huh? Well… yeah. Of course you’re attractive," he said finally, his tone honest but casual.
Judith froze, her shoulders trembling ...
Her lips and hands worked in perfect harmony, each slick, shlck and slurp echoing in the quiet room. The teasing rhythm, slow and deliberate, was pushing him closer to the edge. His thighs quivered, hips jerking involuntarily, every nerve ending on fire from the combined suction of her mouth and the kneading of her hands.
A guttural moan escaped him, low and ragged, as she swirled her tongue expertly around the tip, flicking and teasing, coaxing out every ounce of tension.
“A...
Travis was practically wheezing, his chest heaving as he stood bent over, hands planted firmly on his knees. Sweat dripped down his temples, stinging his eyes.
' Fucken hell! I think I’m gonna die! Shit… God, why me of all people? I should’ve added running into my exercises. Got the body for it, sure… but these lungs? Kinda my fault though. That intelligence boost did nothing for me. '
Coach Bridget’s voice cut through his panting. “Hey, kid! Come here!”
He ...
Her grip tightened just a bit, fingers curling possessively around his thick shaft like she was cradling something precious yet powerful. She gave a gentle squeeze, slow and deliberate, like a tender but confident mother guiding a wayward child—but with a wicked twist that sent shivers down Izuku’s spine.
Her thumb traced lazy circles over the swollen tip, teasing the sensitive head as her other fingers pumped below with steady pressure. The soft wet sounds of her palm sliding agai...
Judith walked beside Travis, keeping her gaze fixed on the floor as they made their way down the hall. The chatter of other students faded behind them, replaced by the faint echo of their footsteps against the tiled floor. She kept a small gap between them, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, but her eyes would occasionally flick his way before darting back down.
Travis kept his pace steady, not rushing her, the faint scent of shampoo from her hair drifting toward him whenever t...
After class, Travis stayed behind with Ms. Ross. He leaned casually against her desk, the cool surface pressing against his back as he listened to her speak.
"Now that you’re back, I’d love for you to begin catching up with your studies," she said, a trace of worry in her voice. "The issue is, my budget’s been cut. I can’t even get an actual model for you guys—not to mention the supplies you need. But I’m sure we can work it out."
Travis raised an eyebrow. "How much ...
Eve paused for a moment, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she recalled something. "Well, you know our form teacher, Ms. Bissette?"
He nodded, leaning in slightly, curious. "People say she rewards students who get high grades—if you know what I mean," she added, a teasing smirk playing on her lips.
Travis chuckled, shaking his head. "French people are passionate, as they say. Maybe she rewards them because she likes how passionate they are about her language." He said it with...
Travis raised his hand, asking Ms. Okita if he could use the bathroom. She gave a distracted nod and turned back toward her desk, heels clicking against the floor as she stepped inside the classroom.
The hallway outside was quieter now, just the faint hum of distant chatter echoing from other rooms. Travis made his way toward the bathroom, pushing open the door to the smell of cheap lemon-scented cleaner.
‘So far things are going pretty well,’ he thought as he stepped into a...
The classroom began to empty as students filed out, but Travis remained seated, facing Ms. Bissette.
"Travis, I'm really glad to see you again. I heard about your father. I’m so sorry for your loss," she said, her voice gentle and comforting.
"Yeah, it's alright though. I noticed my grades. I’m really failing your class, aren’t I?" he replied, cringing at the thought.
Ms. Bissette offered a reassuring smile. "Oh, don’t worry. You’re not the only student who’s ...
He watched every inch of her body tighten, every breath hitch as the teasing edged her closer to the brink. His fingers finally slid lower, slow but insistent, curling inside her slick heat with precision only hunger could fuel.
His tongue traced hot, wet circles over her swollen folds, flicking and rolling with expert cruelty, tasting her, memorizing every drop. The masked face disappeared into the delicious mess he made, breath mixing with her cries.
Her hips bucked instinctiv...
Travis stepped outside, letting the morning air wash over him. The sunlight was warm but not blinding, carrying that crisp edge only early hours had. He inhaled deeply, trying to draw some energy from it, then exhaled in a long sigh.
Off to his right, Erik was leaning lazily against the pavement curb, one hand in his hoodie pocket, the other idly scrolling on his phone. When Erik noticed him, he straightened up. Travis walked over, hands tucked into his own pockets, his footsteps easy ...
When they finished eating, Jenny gathered her plate without a word and stormed off to her room, the faint sound of her bedroom door clicking shut echoing down the hallway.
Debbie and Travis stayed behind, their plates pushed aside as the kitchen lights cast a warm glow on the two of them. Debbie leaned forward slightly, resting her elbow on the table and tilting her head with a smile.
"Want to watch a movie with me?" she asked.
"Sure," Travis replied without hesitation.
He arrived in his bedroom and immediately threw himself onto the bed, a wide grin spreading across his face. The ceiling fan above spun lazily, but to him, it felt like the whole room was spinning with excitement.
For the first time, he’d made real progress with Debbie, and the rush of it pulsed through his veins.
' This is just the start. The only time I can freely celebrate is when I'm at 50% or something. Around that time I can go AFK and let my aura do the work for me. I ...
As Travis got dressed, the familiar chime of the system rang in his mind.
[System Notification]
Affection +2% — Jenny’s current affection: 7% → 9%
『9%』
' My aura is working overtime, I guess. I should get ready for the mall,' he thought, buttoning up his shirt.
He reached for the money, and as always, it materialized right in his hands with a soft glow. Travis smirked, rubbing the bills between his fingers.
' Soon enough I'll be holding a millio...
He finished drying the last dish when Debbie walked into the kitchen, a soft smile playing on her lips. Travis wiped his hands on his pants and turned to face her.
She stood there in a flowing blue gown that skimmed her curves, but it was what she wore underneath that caught his attention—a delicate two-piece purple bra and matching panties that peeked out teasingly beneath the fabric.
"You know, women love a man who does his chores," Debbie said with a sly smirk. "So if you k...