loli bakogo 2

In comparison, the outfit she was supposed to change into looked more like a classic seifuku. Er, a classic seifuku if students sold their bodies on the regular, anyway.

The traditional navy-colored sailor top was cropped so high that when Katsuki stretched her arms up, she showed a considerable amount of underboob. Any higher and her nipples would be exposed too. Her abdomen was fully on display and the dark blue pleated skirt went only a couple of measly inches past her thighs. When she slipped it on and looked down, she couldn't quite tell but she had a feeling that her naked pussy was at least partially visible to others.

She felt the coolness of being exposed to the air, at the very least. A pair of pale white thigh-high stockings came with the outfit and she slipped those on last, noting that they pinched at the top just enough to produce a soft little pillow of flesh above the stockings. All in all, she looked like the picture-perfect little whore she knew without a doubt she was. Katsuki loved it.

When she was fully dressed—well, as dressed as one could be with their pussy on display, still tight around a plug—the girl exited the bathroom and was lifted onto the bed by Hisashi. It was more accurate, perhaps, to say she was thrown onto the furniture, her body bouncing on the plush surface. She cursed at the treatment, the careless way he threw her like a doll but she did want to make a good impression on the other perverts here to see her.

So she kneeled properly, hands clasped together on her thighs and head demurely bowed for when the others were brought in. Daddy disappeared from the room and returned fairly quickly with a group of 5 men. They were all Hisashi's age, or close to it, with obvious desire written in the way they leaned towards her eagerly like moths to a bright flame. They all wore business suits which made Katsuki want to scoff; they weren't fooling her, she knew they were all Yakuza.

But the suits also gave her a nice view of the mens' packages, trussed up tight and pretty in slacks that left nothing to the imagination. She kept up the submissive, shy act for a bit and pretended to tremble under their dark gazes but truly she was just sizing up their cocks. The tall man with the shaved head had a dick that looked plenty long but the brunet in front of the others with the goatee and mustache had a really thick one. How could she possibly choose a favorite like this?

Her lips twitched on one side in a quick smirk...she was going to enjoy this. All those sexy cocks stroked up and down as the men burned her body with heated stares. Maybe Daddy would have them cum on her. Gods, she hoped she got to taste at least a few of them.

Hisashi snaps his fingers and she looks up at the sound, biting the inside of her lip to stop her knee-jerk reaction of snarling at the man. "Get up," he orders, instructing her to stand and spin around for their viewing pleasure, "show the boys what they've been waiting for."

Feeling equally spiteful and playful, she jumps up and makes a show of smoothing her skirt down as if embarrassed at how short it is. That moment is also the one where she subtly removed the plug inside her, allowing it to drop and roll a bit away from her. The toy is faintly shiny at the top, a bit of residual cum from Daddy's earlier load. The majority of the cum is still inside her though and she can feel it.

Giggling in faux-nervousness, Katsuki flushes and takes a few hurried steps forward. "Oh, sorry! I'm making a mess. Let me grab that!" She bends down slowly at the waist to collect the used toy with a delicate grip using her thumb and forefinger, showing off her ass to the men around her.

With how short her skirt is and her lack of panties, she knows that the position puts her ass and pussy on display. She breathes out in contentedness as she feels cum push its way out of her twitching entrance and drip down her thighs. It isn't nearly as hot as when Daddy first filled her and she hopes she gets the chance to be drenched in hot cum again soon.

"Whore," one of the men comments quietly and a callous hand rubs her hip before squeezing her ass. Katsuki lets out a soft moan that becomes a purr of pleasure at the touch before she stands up to look at who touched it. It certainly wasn't her Daddy. Hisashi has his arms crossed by the bed and when her curious gaze lands on his own, he smirks at her.

"You look surprised," he notes, "We originally planned to have you on the bed taking my cock for all these lovely gentlemen to see. Pretty little thing falling apart for her Daddy. But thanks to your selfish, slutty ways, I decided to change it up a bit. You owe me for your misbehavior and you owe all of my friends here even more for keeping them waiting just so you could play with that shitty ball-tugger you call a sensei."

Katsuki's heart beats fast, leaping into her throat as Daddy's insults settle hot in her stomach and more hands start touching her bare skin. The five men are crowding closer, rubbing her arms, her thighs—one man presses firm and intense against her back, his cock fitting in the curve where her back meets her ass, and his hand comes up to hold her neck.

With a fear that makes her wet and needy, the hand tightens and she feels her body being lifted. Katsuki is held so effortlessly by this nameless man. Hisashi rubs his cock through his pants as he watches the men begin to devour his little girl and Katsuki's glares fade into the haze of pleasure as her body is toyed with.

It starts with just groping but Katsuki knows it won't end there. Hisashi wasn't bluffing about letting them have their way with her and that was clear in the possessive, eager way her skin was massaged and grabbed. Lifted and restrained as she was, she could hardly make sounds as large hands dug into her thighs and pulled them apart. She was trapped, stretched out and hovering parallel to the floor in the mens' strong hold on her body.

The one gripping her neck shifted to cup her chin instead, allowing her a much-needed sharp intake of blessed air before he drove his thick fingers into her mouth. It was sloppy and uncomfortable thanks to the angle but Katsuki's moaned protests were muffled around the large digits in her mouth. Any complaints wouldn't fallen on deaf ears, anyway, because any cry to stop or slow down would have been rendered null and void.

Katsuki knew it was useless because Hisashi said so. Even under the sound of the blood rushing to her ears and the low grunts and groans as five strange men caressed her body and pressed their erections to her skin, she could hear his smug voice degrading her in the background.

"Look at that fucking slut. She's been wanting this for ages, I bet. Such a greedy whore that one Daddy isn't enough to satisfy her. Honestly, the brat's impossible to deal with on a good day lately but at least she makes a good sex doll, right Harada? You can see the way her cunt pulses, can't you? She's full of my cum but her pussy wants more. Tch. Pathetic, isn't she?"

The man holding her face pulls away, grinning down at her ferally as she screws her face up into a grimace. He removes his fingers to give her a wet pinch on her cheek as he laughs, "Come on. Give us a smile, princess! You're getting attention from all of us. Dirty whores love having a lot of Daddies, right?" His laugh is scratchy and ragged, like he's been smoking for years. He's loud too, and the sound of his voice seems to rattle her bones. It's actually kind of frustrating that his deep rough voice is also kind of hot.

But even more frustrating is the fact that she's not currently being fucked. "All you guys are the same," she taunts, "all talk and no game. I bet not a single one of you knows how to use their cock to take care of a lady—"

Katsuki's insult becomes a shrill scream as the man holding her legs open abruptly dives face-first into her cunt and starts eating out her sloppy hole like he's being paid. Her thighs struggle in his grip to clamp around his head and her abdomen tenses as she fights against gravity and the living restraints holding her in place to try and grind down into the sensation.

Looking down her own form she can see the man's shaggy dark hair bobbing in place as he eats her out like a starved man. His mouth was firmly sucking at her opening, determined to pull every bit of cum from inside her. Her clit was nuzzled by his nose with every movement he made in a manner that was just light enough to be infuriatingly not enough. The man's tongue speared into her, stretched out and tensed to form a makeshift spade that he explored her with. He dug into her with fervor and made her cry out.

"Fuck! D-don't tease like—just put your dick in, you bastard!" she shouted and the men all laughed at her. Their braying jeers made her flush red all over with hot shame and anger. Just because she was young and small didn't mean that they were better than her. Stupid fucks were only good for their cocks and right now they weren't even using them. She tried to thrash in their hold but could hardly move an inch.

"Such fire in this one!" the tall one chuckled.

"Thought you said she was a schoolgirl, Midoriya; I think she's just a prostitute with a cute face given the mouth on her," another jokes before shrugging, "or I would think that if that pussy didn't look so damn young. You know how to pick 'em."

"Know how to train them too," Hisashi boasts with a smirk, "she's a brat but she takes cock like a dream. Can't get enough cum to satisfy her lust."

One of the others had his cock out and proceeded to slap it down on her exposed stomach, making her jerk in place. The guy stroked himself rough and purposefully, his foreskin pulling back to show a pink shiny tip. He dragged it across her belly, smearing it in precum and tickling her sensitive skin. Another man hummed and pushed her crop top up to bunch around her clavicle.

"I should fuck her tits. Bet if I covered them in cum, they'd grow faster," he leered, pinching one of her nipples.

The pain was sharp and perfect, making the girl arch into the touch even as she clenched her teeth to stop the moan that threatened to burst out. "A-Asshole," she stuttered and the man cooed at her condescendingly. He pinched her other nipple and she groaned long and weak.

"She's so fucking addicted to being used," Daddy commented from closer and Katsuki snapped her gave to him just as he shifted to lean over her face. He moved in close like he was going to kiss her and she unconsciously closed her eyes, preparing to be overwhelmed by his thick tongue in her mouth, but he simply breathed smoke across her face and pulled away to laugh at her as she coughed lightly and glared through wet eyes. The smoke stung and so did her tits.

Fuck, she just wanted to have sex. Damn these extras and damn Hisashi, the cruel bastard. She wanted to hit him. More than that, though, she wanted her pussy filled. The mouth on her was good but it was just a tease, just a meager taste of the true pleasure she knew came from being filled. From being used.

"Get on with it. Weren't you fuckers going to punish me?" she snapped.

Hisashi had the gall to pat her face like a dog before he shifted to sit on the armchair in the corner of the room, gesturing to the bed as he resumed masturbating. It made Katsuki's teeth grate knowing he was really the one in charge for all of this but she was reluctantly thankful for his next words.

"She might be rude about it but the girl's got a point. She's a lot better once she's gotten dicked down. A few loads from you and she'll be begging for her Daddies like a good girl. It's almost cute," Hisashi comments.

Katsuki twists in the grip of the men surrounding her in an attempt to give the smug asshole a special salute, tucking her thumbnail between her index and middle finger. The rude gesture only earns her a condescending chuckle that makes her glare harder at her Daddy until her vision is filled with more pressing matters.

Or more accurately, something hard and thick is pressed against her cheek, effectively pushing her face to the side and into the sweaty thigh of another man. Whoever's cock was pushed to her cheek retreats and comes back with more purpose. Precum smears into her skin before someone directs her mouth to slip around that determined length.

Though a part of her wants to lash out and fight back, she knows just as well as everyone else in the room that the moment a cock touches her tongue is the moment she starts to let herself go. It's just so much easier to simply not think about anything; the weight of her reality, the nebulous future, her frustrations, her dreams, her stupid Daddy, her beloved Dek—she just finds it easier not to think.

She can just close her eyes and lose it all. Focus only on the weight of the throbbing length in her mouth, the pressure in the back of her throat as a stranger's cockhead insistently pushes deeper, the sloppy slide of her tongue around the shaft as she struggles to breathe and swallow and not choke all at the same time.

Like the fall of the much-anticipated first domino, everything ramps up after that. It's not enough to simply touch and drag their cocks on her youthful skin anymore, now everyone wants a proper piece of her. Wants to own her. There's a bit of bickering and teasing between the five men, each male jealous of the one actually getting his dick wet. The situation remedies itself soon enough.

Katsuki's mouth is fucked rough and fast, the man inside her agreeing to cum quick so they can move onto the main event. He pounds her, uncaring of the way the harsh thrusts of his hips threaten to bruise her face with his bony pelvis. She smells his sweat and feels his hands scratch at her skull and grip her hair painfully and it just makes her needier.

Her throat swallows reflexively in a disjointed rhythm, broken by the moans that run through her when the man who was eating her out pauses to spit her own pussy juices into her small palms which allow two other guys to grab her hands and use them as fleshlights. It's filthy and crude, degrading in a way she hasn't been presented with before and it makes her blood run hot.

She kicks weakly at the shoulders of the man who was previously buried in her cunt but he just bites her thigh and stands, moving back to the bed and displaying his cock proudly. "Hurry up and cum, Nakamura. Haven't got all fucking night. I want that little bitch riding me as a thank you for eating her out so well."

Nakamura simply groaned, grinding his cock against Katsuki's sensitive palate, "Fuck off, Harada. You're just a sucker from sloppy seconds, you degenerate. I'll cum when I'm damn good and ready for it." Despite the combativeness in his tone, the man ends up filling Katsuki's senses with cum before the minute is up. Semen overwhelms her, pouring down her throat and sticking to her tongue and the inside of her cheeks as he ejaculates.

The smell of sex is earthy and musky in a way that makes the blonde girl's eyes flutter and her hips twitch. Nakamura pulls away slowly, savoring the way her soft warm mouth still clings to him, her throat and tongue working softly to drink down the last lingering bits of cum along the man's shaft.

Mouth newly freed, Katsuki doesn't waste a minute to start sassing everyone. It's practically a reflex at this point. "That all you got?" she goads, gripping the other men's cocks more firmly and stroking them at a quicker pace. It pulls matching groans from the idiots on either side of her and she laughs mockingly at them.

"Are you both gonna blow as quick as Nakamura- san ?" Her voice gets breathy and tauntingly soft on the honorific, only adding insult to injury as she teases them. One of the guys does in fact look seconds away from busting a load but there is a clearing of the throat from behind them that makes Katsuki slow down and tilt her head to try and get a good look.

That's right; there was another one of Hisashi's work friends hanging around the room. Katsuki honestly forgot about him seeing as he didn't do much more than gloss his hand over her skin earlier and then step back as the others made bolder moves. She scoffs at him, though her derision isn't as palpable as she would like given her position.

The guy that moves closer is average height but his shoulders were broad and his body thick with muscles, particularly in his arms. He moves toward her like a panther and the men part willingly before him. He spares a look at Hisashi and they nod at each other in a way that blurs the lines of who is in charge here. Katsuki was confident that Hisashi was the one orchestrating things but it seems like this guy is on equal standing at the very least.

A shiver of anticipation runs through her at the thought. For all Hisashi pissed her off, he did fuck her well and if this new guy was similar, well…she was a bit curious. Maybe a bit eager.

The man effortlessly takes her in his arms and holds her while the others take up places around the large bed. Katsuki opened her mouth to question the action, the deference of the men to this nameless figure, but it shuts with a snap when the hands holding her upright by a firm grip on her ass start to move. Blunt fingers rub at the rim of her ass as her eyes widen.

"You have a smart mouth, little girl," he says, voice rich and deep like chocolate. "It seems that filling just one of your holes isn't enough. For you or us. So here's what is going to happen." He moves toward the bed and holds her over Harada, facing him.

"I'm gonna drop you down on Harada's cock and then I'm gonna get this tight little ass ready for me. You're gonna be a good girl and take it. Those lips are gonna be occupied by Enomoto, Shoda, and Hirai. I'm sure they'll be able to keep your mouth busy between the three of them. And your dearest Daddy can finish it all off. By the time we're through, he'll probably be fucking your sleeping body but I doubt he minds, right Hisashi?"

"It'll be nice to fuck the whore without all the backtalk for once, Yokota," Hisashi says. Fire burns in Katsuki's blood.

"Oi, fuck you, asshole—" she starts, only to find herself unceremoniously yanked downward by an eager Harada. Even with the preparation from earlier, the abrupt way she was breached with the man's cock was enough to make her let out a deep guttural sound as the air was punched out of her. She was settled on his hips and Harada immediately began to guide her back and forth, grinding her down on him.

"Fuck, s-selfish prick, I was having a conversation!" Katsuki moaned, curling her hands into fists to beat at Harada's chest. The man just laughed and pulled her into a hug, mocking voice pretending to soothe her even as he began to thrust up.

"Oh, you poor thing! Daddy'll take care of you, sweetheart," he said softly.

He barely seemed to register the girl's protests or her pounding fists which only served to make her feel even more weak in the situation she was in. For all her cleverness, she still only had the body of a child. She could usually use it to her advantage with seduction tactics (as evident by Hisashi, her sensei, and these idiots lusting after her as they have) but it equally made it easy for her body to be used and abused as these men saw fit.

Annoyingly, that lack of control and the clear display of power from others was kind of hot. It made her want to fight more, made her want to give up, made her daydream about the future when Izu—she mentally shook herself, focusing on the task at hand. She was going to put this fucker in his place, gonna make these men crumble before her.

Katsuki was determined to best at everything and that included sex. Surely if she was the perfect whore, that would translate well to being the perfect partner and eventually the perfect wife. That freckled dork better appreciate all the fucking hard work she put into all this.

With that in mind, the girl wrapped her arms around Harada's neck and pressed herself even closer, making sure he felt her tits against his chest. Her voice was low and husky with lust, "Mmm, you feel good in me Daddy. Gonna fill me up? Cum inside your little girl. Mess her up and send her back to school dripping with your seed?"

She clenched around him purposefully and he hissed between his teeth at the added tightness.

"That's why you fucking pervs wanted me dressed like this, isn't it? All of you have had fantasies of breeding some poor pathetic little school kid who couldn't put up a fight? Yeah. I know I'm right. All you men are the same. So fucking eager to shove your dick in and stake your claim. So do it, Daddy. Claim this slutty schoolgirl pussy!"

Harada tosses his head back in a hearty laugh. "Fucking hell, Midoriya, you found a grade-A whore!" he complimented before fucking up into her harder as a reward. "Daddy is gonna have fun making you into a mess."

It's Katsuki's turn to laugh, light and teasing, "Daddy's gonna need to fuck me harder for that."

Harada doubled his efforts to thrust into her and gave her ass a harsh swat, "You want it harder, slut, we'll fuck you harder!" The spank makes her tighten around him and she can't stop the moan from the warm stinging pain on her cheek and shamefully it almost makes her cum but she holds off.

Just when Katsuki thinks she's starting to acclimate to the sensation of Harada fucking her hard, she feels the cool wet touch of lubed fingers running along her crack to massage at her asshole. She shivers and rocks back into the touch.

Yokota's head suddenly appears on her right and rests on her shoulder as he presses his body close and sinks two digits into her ass slow and purposeful. The pressure is overwhelming and while the lube helps the glide it doesn't take anything away from the burn of being stretched and Katsuki's eyes tear up. When the first tear falls against her will, Harada leans in and licks it off her face.

She hates the feeling and the mocking look on the pervert's face but between the way he throbs and drives himself inside her, Yokota's cock rutting against her ass and upper thigh, and the fingers opening up her ass, she can't fight the excitement rolling through her. But it's still not enough. She isn't nearly satisfied yet and she doesn't hesitate to inform the group about it.

"I'm practically— nnngh , f-fuck, deeper, I'm not a doll—falling asleep here. Get on with it, already!" she yells at the lot. It pisses her off that it isn't her words that get everyone to really act but rather Hisashi and Yokota's silent nods to the others. Hirai, Enomoto, and Shoda surround the three of them on the bed and two of them (Katsuki already can't be bothered to remember which is which) take up kneeling positions on either side of her.

She's given no real warning before the two are pulling her to sit more upright and pushing their cocks against her face. Precum sticks to her cheeks as they slide all over her skin. Opening her mouth to complain only gave her enough breath to shout a single curse before two dicks were filling her mouth. Her lips were taut and aching as she was forced to fit around the fat heads of each cock, just barely managing to hold their tips in her mouth.

The men shift their hips in a messy rhythm, fucking her face shallowly. With her mouth stretched as it was, she could only shift her tongue back and forth and try to swallow around the saliva she keeps producing. It was enough to satisfy the men at least. Katsuki choked as they pushed deeper in the same moment that Yokota plunges two more fingers inside her ass. It burns and Katsuki loves it.

"MMphr!" she cries around the intrusions in her mouth, begging for more. Yokota chuckles in her ear before grinding his fingers in deep and rough. He forces her hole to expand quickly and efficiently, uncaring for the pain it leaves her in. It's uncomfortable but it sends thrills through her all the same, knowing that these men all plan on using her to get themselves off.

All too soon, the digits inside of her are pulled out and replaced with Yokota's cock. It's obviously thicker than his fingers and much longer too; despite sinking into her slow and steady, the pain of her ass being split apart while already so full from the front is enough to make her genuinely weep. Fat salty tears fall down her face and she feels more than sees them being rubbed into her cheeks by unfamiliar hands.

The man on her right who was fucking her face pulls out and grips her hair harshly, pushing her to take his companion's dick more completely. Groans of pleasure echo around her as she coughs and roughly swallows around the cock, struggling to breathe through her nose with her face smashed into the guy's pelvis. Her hands fly up to hold the thighs of the man fucking her throat.

Katsuki feels the third guy's fingers wedge themselves under her and press hard in messy circles on and around her clit. It manages to stimulate her just enough that she starts shaking her hips as an orgasm builds inside. She tightens up and rocks back and forth on the members filling her up, desperate to cum.

Her eagerness just makes the men hotter. Her mouth is brutally fucked, a rush of bitter salty semen flooding into her that she just barely manages to swallow most of while the rest leaks out the side of her mouth. She barely gets a moment's reprieve before her mouth is filled again. The cock that replaces the previous one is longer and forces its way even deeper down her throat than before. She can practically feel the bruises forming inside her throat.

A short exchange of words passes above her head that she barely hears over the sound of her own heavy breathing and thick swallows and she moans as Yokota and Harada match pace, pushing and pulling in and out of her fast and hard. Her pussy throbs and her eyes roll back as she begins to cum, a chorus of encouraging words and mocking laughter ringing around her as she does.

Despite the way she clamps down and her cunt flutters during her orgasm, Harada and Yokota continue to fuck her for several minutes before they achieve their own release. Getting fucked in all three of her holes just seems to drag out her orgasm even longer and she shudders through it all, a deep moan reverberating from low in her belly.

It's that distinct vibration that triggers the man fucking her throat to cum, pouring his seed down into her gullet with three sloppy pumps of his hips. She feels like she's drowning in pleasure and semen, a sensation only intensified when Harada began to fill her as well. His load was so heavy and thick that she felt like it went straight into her womb and filled it immediately, the excess dripping out hot and messy from her pussy lips.

Yokota finished next, leaning back on his calves and pulling Katsuki's body back with him, effectively tugging her off of Harada with a slick-sounding pop . Warm seed poured out her abused pussy, slipping down her legs and onto the bed. The action makes the man push even deeper into her ass than before—something she didn't think was possible. It feels like she's been opened up from the inside out, almost like he's pushing her organs around with his fat cock.

Her shock and awe must register on her face because she hears Hisashi laugh from nearby though she feels too cumdrunk to place exactly where he is. She hears his taunting words loud and clear, however. "Look at that whore! She loves having her guts rearranged, right Kacchan ?"

The nickname used from his mouth rather than Deku's makes Katsuki clench her teeth and fists in anger. "Shut it, fuckface," she hisses before the final guy settles in front of her, pushing a tired and sated-looking Harada aside. Yokota doesn't even pull out despite filling her ass with cum; instead, he keeps thrusting slowly inside her as he softens as if savoring each glide of his shaft against her walls.

It feels indulgent and just serves to remind Katsuki that these men all view her as a tool, a fleshlight to empty their balls into and then toss away after they finish. She curses as the man before her slips into her already puffy pussy, which has been reddened from use and is smeared in a creamy layer of cum. He pounds into her recklessly, folding her legs up to press against her stomach.

Initially, the action earns the man a derisive grunt from Yokota, but even with the sloppy thrusts, the brutish guy fucking Katsuki is still good enough to make that familiar feeling rise within her again. Her blood rolls in her veins as she's taken for what feels like the tenth time today. She thinks perhaps that she might get a bit of a reprieve when Yokota moves to pull out but he merely shifts his position to better hold her between himself and his partner before fucking her again.

Yokota's cock, rather than fully softening, starts to chub up again and soon Katsuki finds herself being dragged and pushed back and forth on two thick cocks. She's speared between the men, never spared a moment of peace when she isn't filled from at least one end if not both. The man in the front doesn't have a set pace but he does use his fingers to fondle and lightly pinch at her clit and it's more than enough to turn Katsuki into a moaning mess.

She starts cumming again and gyrates her hips, determined to have her g-spot hit from the back and the front as she does her best to extend her orgasm as long as possible. The men follow her over the edge, first Yokota and then the other man, each of them pumping her full of cum. There's so much leaking from each hole already and the way their cum pushes into her ass and cunt just makes her tremble and clench down, pushing it out to make an even larger mess of her legs and the bed beneath her.

Katsuki feels weak and exhausted by the barrage of pleasure, the cloying scent of sex and sweat filling the room, the heat of so many panting sated bodies in a single room. Her clothes are filthy; the classic sailor lapel on her crop top was folded back and lay awkwardly on her chest, one of her stockings had fallen to rest midway down her calf, and her skirt had somehow been ripped in two places.

The ragged tatters of her clothing drip with cum just as much as her own skin does and they stick to her like glue, leaving her feeling tacky and used. Hirai—or whoever the fuck the guy in front of her was—pulled out of her pussy and proceeded to slide his dick against her thigh, using the few clear patches of her skin like a rag to clean his cock with. Yokota also pulled out, though he merely wiped his cock on the bedsheet before rising to his feet.

"Alright, we've still got business to do, boys," Yotoka said, "get your asses in gear. I want you lot cleaned up and ready to head to Isobe's for the pickup in ten." He tucked his cock away in his pants and collected a belt Katsuki doesn't remember seeing him discard in the first place but then again, she hadn't been focused on him much before and now she was too fucked up to care.

The group of men grumbled but set about composing themselves quickly. Yokota leaned over the bed, snagging Katsuki's chin and tilting her toward him. He gives her a wink, "Shame we didn't get to test you out when you were a bit younger, sweetheart. Bet that ass was even tighter a year or two ago."

Katsuki uses her lingering energy to twist her face away with a scoff, "Fucking perv."

Yokota pats her cheek mockingly, "Keep telling yourself we're the fucked up ones, cutie. Wasn't us who came in here dressed like a whore and jonesing for cum. Oi, Hisashi. You got the room for another fifteen. Have fun with her, yeah?"

"Oh, I will," Hisashi promises as he waves the others off. The group disappears out of the room, their footsteps fading and the far-off sound of vehicles revving up and driving away act to break up the sudden quiet of the moment. Katsuki is too tired to bother moving but she lifts her head to sneer at Hisashi.

"Finally gonna take your spoils, Daddy ," she questions. He settles himself atop her, positioning her mostly limp, tired body just how he likes it. Her arms are stretched up above her head with her wrists locked together in the grip of his left hand. With his right, he pulls up one of her legs and uses the hold to twist her hips as he slips his cock inside her used pussy.

She aches with every motion, cunt throbbing in protest from the workout it's received since this morning when she played with herself before going to school. There is hardly a burn from being stretched anymore but her pussy is sore and warm, each slow purposeful thrust from Hisashi making her hurt with that twisted pleasure-pain she's grown so used to since all of this started.

Her thighs twitch and she exhales, focusing on working the walls of her cunt to massage her Daddy's cock as best as she can. With every push, her eyelids flutter from exhaustion and it's only when he pulls away from her that Katsuki feels her body shudder with a stubborn need to cling to consciousness.

Though Hisashi takes her slow and steady, it isn't long before he gets close. She can tell when he's ready from the way he holds her tighter and lets go of her wrists to press down at the base of her neck. It's just enough to make her breaths turn shallow and her vision blur, back arching up as she feels his cum pour into her. His head is thrown back, eyes closed, and he groans long and low.

"That's it," he purrs, "take it all, you filthy cumslut."

She moans in response, hating how her clit twinges with a bit of excitement at the degradation despite everything. Katsuki is far too weak to cum again but she trembles all the same. Just before passing out, she hears Daddy speak up again.

Hisashi pulls out, rolling his eyes at the girl. "You weren't half-bad, whore. Let's get back home. Inko said she and Izuku were going to have a fun day out and I wanna be home before they get back. Your little stunt earlier put everything behind but I'll be damned if I don't get to spend a good night in with my wife and kid."