The night after their window-shattering mutual masturbation session, Izuku tossed and turned in bed, her body a live wire of unmet need. It was around 1 AM, the house silent except for Mineta’s soft snores beside her. He looked peaceful, his handsome face relaxed in sleep, laptop still open on the nightstand from his late-night work session. She adored him, truly—his dedication, the way he provided for them despite everything. But god, her pussy ached. That fat pink slit between her thighs was throbbing, leaking slick down her inner thighs even in her tiny night dress—a sheer pink slip that clung to her curves like a second skin, the hem barely covering her ass, no panties underneath because why bother when she was this horny? Her big boobs strained the thin fabric, nipples hard as diamonds, poking through like beacons.