Months slipped by in a blur of stolen ecstasy and deepening obsession. The affair between Izuku and Katsuki burned hotter with every secret encounter—fucking in the mansion’s hidden corners, quickies in the car during “errands,” long nights in hotel rooms where Katsuki would wreck her holes until she begged for mercy. Izuku had never felt more alive, her body constantly humming from his touch, her neglected pussy now perpetually satisfied and sore in the best way. Hisashi remained oblivious, his rudeness and neglect unchanged, while Yuki’s jealousy simmered, her rude comments about Izuku’s “glow” dismissed as petty. But Izuku didn’t care; Katsuki was her world, his cock her addiction, his whispers of love her lifeline.