The Spark of Vengeance

Thu, 27 Aug 2026 09:51:24 +0000

Izuku sat cross-legged on her dorm bed, her laptop balanced on her thick thighs, the screen glowing in the dim light of her room. It had been a week since the breakup, and the initial wave of heartbreak had ebbed into a simmering rage that kept her up at night. She chewed on her pink lower lip, scrolling aimlessly through social media, her mind racing with ideas for revenge. Slash his tires? Too petty, and she didn’t even know where he parked his fancy Lamborghini these days. Spread rumors about him? But who would believe her over the campus playboy with endless cash to throw around? Hack his accounts? She wasn’t tech-savvy enough for that. No, it had to be something that hit him where it hurt—his ego, his perfect little rich-boy world. But how? She slammed the laptop shut in frustration, her big boobs jiggling slightly under her tight tank top, the thin fabric doing little to hide her hardened nipples from the cool air. “Ugh, think, Izuku,” she muttered to herself, flopping back onto the pillows. Her slutty little shorts rode up, exposing the soft, pale skin of her ass cheeks, but she didn’t care. Revenge was all that mattered.