The next morning, Izuku woke up with a delicious ache between her thighs, her mind replaying the filthy dance and song from last night’s stream. She stretched in bed, her massive tits shifting under her tiny sleep top, her fat pink pussy still sensitive from the multiple orgasms. As she checked her phone, a text popped up from Uncle Kacchan: “Morning, babygirl. Ordered something special for my favorite slut. It’ll arrive today. Can’t wait to see you use it. 😈”

Izuku blushed hard, her cheeks turning pink as she bit her lip, a rush of heat flooding her core. “Oh god,” she whispered, her hand slipping under the covers to tease her clit lightly. The thought of him buying her something dirty made her so turned on, but she played it cool, texting back: “What is it, Uncle? You’re such a perv. 😏”