That night, after the awkward dinner had wound down—with Izuku still buzzing from her public orgasm, her naked body hastily covered by a thrown blanket—Kaito cleared his throat, glancing at his father across the living room. The air was thick with unspoken tension, though Kaito seemed blissfully unaware, chalking up Izuku’s “episode” to the mysterious fertility treatments. “Dad, it’s getting late. Why don’t you stay over? We have the guest room ready—save you the drive.”

Katsuki leaned back on the couch, his muscular frame relaxed, but his dark eyes flicked to Izuku with a hidden smirk. “Of course, son. I’d love to. Family sticks together, right?” His voice was smooth, laced with double meaning that only Izuku caught, making her plugged pussy clench under the blanket. She nodded weakly, her porcelain skin still flushed from earlier, her massive tits barely concealed.