Chapter 101: One Down
Summary: Celebration and thinking about the future...
Lemon Warning! There's a lemon right out the gate this time, but its start and end points are clearly marked for those that wish to skip it.
Chapter 101: One Down
-Lemon Starts Here!-
Kyoka's moans were delightful, the punk girl trying to focus on giving Izumi's pussy attention as it ground against her mouth. The poor thing was thoroughly distracted, however, with Momo between her legs and giving Jirou's own sex some personal attention. Izumi, knowing just how good Momo was with her tongue, had given their newest lover an advantage by tying Momo's hands behind her back before planting her there. But it wasn't proving very effective, as the smaller girl had cum twice already. Something that wasn't going to stop until she either passed out from overload, or else made Izumi cum. Those were the conditions she'd set when she'd pounced on Jirou and tied her to their bed, before positioning a more lightly-bound Momo and mounting her second girlfriend's face.
Hmmm, it was tempting to let Momo push her into that pass out from overload. But Jirou's sporadic attempts at pleasuring Izumi had slowly worked her up to the brink herself, and she was a little impatient to get over the edge at this point. Besides, Kyoka didn't have their stamina, and she wanted to get at least one round of continuing their efforts to break the smaller girl in on their various strapons in. With that thought in mind, Izumi decided it was time to give the brokenly moaning girl under her another edge over Momo.
Mentally activating the connection to the toys she'd secured in and on Momo's body with a rather fetching rope harness, Izumi took a moment to consider her options. She'd only had a very loose plan this time, instead of an entirely predetermined scene she wanted to run through, so she'd gone a little crazy with equipping her first girlfriend. A modest set of anal beads and a very much not modest dildo both secured inside the harness, alongside a carefully-shaped button-vibe that cupped Momo's clit. All three of them with remote control vibration options, as well as the ability to change temperature too, in the larger dildo's case. Just for good measure, she'd added vibration-equipped nipple clamps. Though Momo's current ass-up, tits-down position made those less effective. Much of the vibration would be lost into the bed instead of being directed to her nipples as intended.
Ultimately, since she was trying to distract Momo properly, Izumi queued up a series of fluttering pulses for the button vibe positioned against her clit. Then she set a counterpoint in the form of deep, thrumming vibration from the two inserted toys that would act in the empty spaces between pulses of the smaller but more deviously positioned toy. The effect was immediate, once she activated the combination program, causing Momo to stutter in her own efforts for a few seconds. She returned to work on Jirou with determination, but that work was sloppier and more erratic than it had been before.
It also achieved what Izumi had hoped for, giving Jirou just enough breathing space to regain a tiny bit of focus. Focus which she used with near-desperation to practically attack Izumi's own pussy. Izumi felt a moan slipping past her own lips, even as they curled into a smirk and she mauled both of her breasts with her hands. She was close to her own first orgasm…and then they could switch positions! She wondered what sort of expressions Kyoka would make when she was being railed by the next size up from the previous strapon they'd tried with her.
Jirou's smaller body made it require much more training to get her properly acclimated. But she was proving to be a bit of a size queen as she did adjust. And Izumi was looking forward to seeing how she reacted to the newest challenge! Celebrations demanded the right amount of effort be put in to make them properly memorable, after all…
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Momo smirked, enjoying a rare instance of being the dominant in the bedroom as she rolled her hips hard, adding just a little bit of One for All to the motion as she drove the strapon down into Izumi. Her lover clawed at the bed, trusting back up just the little bit she could. But, as Izumi was practically folded over double in the position hentai had reliably informed her was called a 'mating press,' she didn't have much leverage. There was something satisfyingly primal about the position, giving Momo plenty of leverage to fuck Izumi's brains out. A rare reversal of their usual dynamic, but Izumi had been visibly heated after they'd double teamed Jirou into unconsciousness.
Technically, both she and her lover were switches, but Izumi leaned more dominant and Momo herself was fully aware she leaned more to the sub side. Today, she'd could tell Izumi wanted to be rode rough and put away exhausted though, and she'd already gotten plenty of her own fun anyway. Humming as she felt the slightly-smaller girl's pussy clamp down and shudder through another climax, Momo grinned and produced a generous amount of lube on one finger. Aiming it for Izumi's rear entrance, she delighted as a shudder ran through her lover, reenergizing them both as she touched that rosebud and started rubbing the lube in.
If she was playing the dominant, she was going to take a ride of her favorite feature of Izumi's. Now, what was the best position to watch that glorious ass flex and jiggle as she reminded it who owned it? Hmmm, so many options. Might as well try two or three of them and measure the subjective effects. For science!
-Lemon Ends Here!-
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Izumi woke only a few hours after drifting off. She let out a momentary low hum, soaking in the pleasant aftermath of their earlier fun, but did her best not to shift beyond that. Momo and Kyoka were still asleep, after all, and Jirou in particular was using Izumi as a pillow. While Momo could and regularly did go on less sleep these days, that was mostly the effect of One for All on her physical body. Her mind still needed to properly rest when it could, and she was unlikely to wake for a few more hours as a result. Kyoka, of course, didn't have any advantage at all with sleep, and would be out for another four or five at least, most likely.
That was okay, though. Izumi had plenty to review, or work on remotely, and was entirely content to be a warm cuddle toy for her newest girlfriend while she went about it. Starting with sorting herself out after the events of the Nabu Island Raid. Izumi wasn't stupid. She'd known full well what Momo, her mother, and Nedzu were all up to. She'd also known that, if that particular combination of individuals had been worried about her mental state, then she needed to trust their judgement and do her best to go along with their efforts.
To be honest, she wasn't sure their initial efforts had done a lot of good.
It hadn't hurt, of course. But despite her and their best efforts, the weight of the world just wouldn't leave her shoulders. There were so many things that, egotistical as it sounded, it felt like only she could do. She knew, intellectually, that it actually wasn't true any longer. She'd given enough of a crash course to enough extremely brilliant scientists by now that they could do without her. Sure, it still generally took them an entire team to do what she could do solo. But the simple truth is that the powers that be had now managed to mobilize those teams.
In mass numbers.
Intelligence Quirks and research specialists weren't exactly needed on the front lines, meaning that literally hundreds of think-tanks were now active and working on the various problems she'd laid the groundwork for. The Harvest Stone team was, perhaps, the one with the fewest experts that could replace her. But even there, she'd already helped them crack the core concepts, and 2B was still working with them to refine it. Izumi's expertise could still help speed up any one of several dozen projects at this point, but she was no longer essential. The diversion to dealing with the League was reasonable, even welcome in that light. It had been an area where there were no substitutes for the mix of ability and raw power required.
The Jaku Raid outcome that had first caused her to lose to bubble and spiral had been…mixed. At best. Too many dead or crippled on their side, with too little gained. Suddenly, instead of the weight being a little less, it had been too much. She'd needed the shutdown Momo had forced on her the first day, to clear her headspace. The time with her mother, though, had quickly become agonizing as the need to do something stretched her thin. Probably not a good sign, but something she didn't have any idea how to deal with. The investigation had helped, but it hadn't felt like enough.
Thankfully, the raid on Nabu Island had been different. Part of her was disquieted by the killing she and Momo had done, but she wasn't sure she wanted that part of her to ever be silent. So that was okay. Nevertheless, with the death of Shigaraki, the capture of Garaki who was now being mind-fucked for information by the WHA telepaths, and the successful raid the Tartarus Team had pulled off? It felt like at least one dangling Sword of Damocles had been finally removed. For the first time since the invasion, her mind was resting slightly easier than it had before. Which also gave her the path forward. The clarity to refocus. She knew what she needed to do now.
It all came back to what General Utsumi had said during that first meeting.
They needed to stop reacting.
Some of that had already been achieved. The Bristol Gate Counter Invasion, as well as the initiation of Operation Clean Slate and the work the Harvest Stone team was doing. They were, finally, managing to land a few blows to get things under control. But, so far, those blows were small. Hitting the targets they could hit, and still using traditional thought processes to do it. They needed to shift the entire paradigm, in a way that would allow them to make more serious progress. Moreover, Izumi had an idea about how to do it. A ridiculous one, in some ways, but one that might just work.
Cracking open a few files in her mind, Izumi figuratively popped her knuckles and started diving into legal texts, precedents, logistics, and a dozen other things that few would see the point of during the current crisis. This would take some time, and Operation Clean Slate would need to roll up some of their other targets before it was viable. But, if it worked, it might just help them turn the corner. Even if it also meant a fundamental shift in their society…