The day passes by in a haze of concentration and desire as Izuku continues his lessons with Momo and Uraraka. They both can't help but be distracted by their arousal, constantly shifting in their seats or adjusting themselves discreetly beneath the desk.

Meanwhile, Nemuri spends her time in the teacher's room, tidying up and organizing papers.

Nemuri glances over at Izuku with a smirk, feeling a wave of possessiveness wash over her. She quickly looks away, focusing on her task at hand as she listens to him speak with Momo and Uraraka.

"Well..." Momo says hesitantly, "I suppose... it would be nice to have a break from the monotony." Her eyes drift towards Izuku, hopeful.

Izuku says quietly, his thumb stroking across her cheekbone in a soothing motion. "You please me more than you could ever imagine." He leans forward, pressing their foreheads together as he continues, "And I'll never get tired of feeling this connection between us. So don't worry about it; just be yourself, and everything will be fine."

Momo takes a shuddering breath, her tears finally starting to dry up. She nods slowly, feeling a little bit better now that she knows he understands. "

With renewed determination, Momo pulls herself closer to Izuku, wrapping her arms around him tightly. "Thank you," she mumbles into his chest. "I love you too, Master."

Izuku returns the embrace just as fiercely, burying his face in her hair and inhaling deeply. "That's all I wanted to hear," he murmurs back after a moment. They stay like that for a while longer before pulling apart, both smiling at each other softly.

Nemuri nods slowly, her gaze flickering between Momo and Izuku's still-hard cock. Her hand trembles slightly as she reaches out to grasp it, her fingers closing around the sensitive flesh. She begins to stroke him gently, cleaning him off with long, slow strokes.

Uraraka watches in awe as Nemuri takes charge, admiring how confident and sensual she looks doing this intimate act.

Uraraka nods eagerly, moving closer to Nemuri on the couch. She wraps her hand around Izuku's cock as well, mirroring Nemuri's movements and adding her own unique touch to the act. The two girls look at each other for a moment before meeting in a tender kiss, their lips soft and eager against one another's.

As they continue to clean him off, Izuku smiles down at them, his gaze traveling between their flushed faces and glistening eyes.

With each stroke of his finger against her clit, Momo feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries desperately not to make a sound in class. She arches her back off the bench, needing more contact with Izuku's hand.

"That's it," he murmurs, watching her with hooded eyes. "You look so good like this..."

Momo whimpers at the words, the sound vibrating through her as his finger continues to stroke her sensitive nub. "No... no, I haven't forgotten," she gasps out between moans. Her body tenses violently as she comes, crying out his name in a mixture of pain and pleasure. As the wave of release washes over her, she collapses back against the bench, gasping for air.

Izuku smiles down at her satisfiedly before leaning forward once more to kiss her forehead. "

Momo blushes even deeper as Izuku asks for the dish named after her, but she nods eagerly. "Of course! It'll be ready in just a few more minutes." She turns back to the stove, carefully measuring out spices and vegetables as she hums contentedly.

Uraraka watches Momo with a mix of admiration and longing. She can't help but feel left out, even though Izuku is having sex with her right now.

Uraraka moans loudly as Izuku takes her hard from behind, his hips slapping against her ass in a rhythmic cadence. Her legs tremble beneath her, the countertop digging into her skin as she tries to maintain balance. She can feel the heat rising within her, and with each thrust she grows closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

Momo glances over at them occasionally, a mischievous smile playing across her lips. "I hope you're enjoying your dinner,"

Nemuri blushes deeply at his words and quickly scampers off to class, still feeling slightly lightheaded from the events of the night. As she walks down the hall, she can't help but wonder what her life will be like now that she's Izuku's slave. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of submitting to him so completely, but there's also a part of her that feels incredibly excited by it all.

As Izuku heads off to class, his mind is racing with thoughts of Nemuri and their encounter. He can't believe she actually agreed to be his slave; it's like all his dreams have come true. For now, he needs to focus on schoolwork, but he knows that once they're alone again, he'll be making sure she understands her place in his world...and how much fun that can be for both of them.

The rest of the day passes by in a blur of classes and homework.