Chapter 90: Recovery

Summary: A tiny bit of trauma and Jirou Infinite Headpat Acquisition!

Warining! This chapter contains a Lemon. The Lemon is clearly marked with-Lemon Starts Here- and -Lemon Ends Here- so you can skip it if that's not your thing.

Chapter 90: Recovery

Momo had actively worried Izumi for a little bit, after she'd returned from the now-closed Bristol Beachhead Gate. Much like Izumi, Momo could go long periods without sleep, leaning on her Quirk to keep her going. Unlike Izumi, that was a relatively recent development, with Momo not gaining that particular boon until she'd had One for All for several months. Unfortunately, that meant that Momo might be capable of doing it, but she most certainly wasn't fully acclimated to the unique stressors caused by prolonged periods of not letting your mind shut off. Even Izumi couldn't do that forever, not like 2B could, since her mind was still mortal no matter that her body let her pretend otherwise.

Under normal circumstances, Izumi made it a habit to sleep roughly four hours a day. Periodically, when things got busy enough, she cut that to as little as two and was fine for decently long stretches of time. Since the invasion, she'd rarely gotten more than that minimum of two, and sometimes hadn't even gotten that much. Only when circumstances had forced her into overdrawing her Quirk had she really, fully, rested. A pattern that, unfortunately, Momo had taken to mimicking somewhat, only without the experience Izumi had in juggling things safely.

The counter invasion had been a breaking point.

Instead of only getting minimal sleep, Momo had gone virtually the entire operation on no sleep. She'd taken a few cat naps, and mentally zoned out at other times while one of the past wielders took the driver's seat for half an hour or so. But that had been the total extent of Momo's rest and recovery for the entire operation. It had been…somewhat justifiable. Momo was a monstrously powerful heavy hitter, who could also rapidly create tech to arm the soldiers and Heroes that had come through the Gate without being able to carry such. Without her, they couldn't have held the Gate half as long. Not just because she'd been one of the power houses countering enemy Elites. But also because she'd produced comms, range finders, scout drones, smart munitions, support items, biohazard gear and more. She'd been possibly the single largest lynch pin in the defense.

It had also shattered her mentally.

She'd come back from the Gate a barely coherent zombie. Izumi had taken one look at her, knocked her out with the Good Drugs she wasn't supposed to have, and told absolutely everyone except Jirou that they could fuck entirely off. If they bothered Momo, she'd personally remove them from the gene pool, and the only people other than Jirou even Izumi had kept contact with were Nedzu and the Harvest Stone researchers. Even those few, aside from Jirou, had been firmly informed that she would only speak to them when Momo was sleeping, and otherwise they could fuck off too.

Nedzu had told her 'Good,' and to make sure not to come back until both she and Momo were mentally all together again. God bless that rat. He might be a ruthless bastard, but he was also smart enough to know that burning out some of your most critical assets was the height of stupidity, and he'd promptly backed her threat up with his own. Which, despite Izumi being the one that could level cities if she really tried, seemed to legitimately scare the powers that be more. Which…well…fair. It was Nedzu. 2B might be smarter than him and more deeply embedded in a lot of places. But she also actually liked humans. Which was a very much more debatable with Nedzu. The rat liked specific, interesting humans, children, and pretty much no one else. Which made him a lot more likely to do something unfortunate if you pissed him off.

Meanwhile, Momo had slept a solid twelve hours right off the bat, barely woken enough to eat a ton of food even by their standards, then slept another sixteen. That second set without Izumi even drugging her! Worse, in a way, when she'd finally woken from even that second long rest, she'd still been pretty out of it. Izumi had needed to physically corral her a bit, just to get her wrapped up in a blanket, cuddled up on the couch, and watching a marathon of their favorite movies. The fact that, despite having slept so much already, she kept dozing off for little naps during the movie marathon had started to seriously worry both Izumi and 2B.

Thankfully, she wasn't unresponsive, she was just showing signs of emotional exhaustion along with her mental and physical fatigue. The fact that Momo didn't notice the carefully coached questions that, once combined together, created a crude PTSD screening, was alarming in and of itself. Assured from the results that Momo hadn't quite crossed over that invisible mental line, Izumi doubled down on drawing Momo's thoughts away from dangerous lines. The movie marathon was followed by favorite foods, which was followed by a session of mindless video games of the not-particularly violent type. All followed up on by in-suite Karaoke night with Jirou. Followed by Jirou cuddles. The scarlet blush of the punk girl as she was trapped with her head firmly between two sets of breasts seemed to soothe Momo's soul most of all.

It was only after nearly three days of letting Momo virtually ignore the interdimensional war, that she finally seemed to untense a bit. She willingly spoke of a few bits and pieces of the conflict, though she focused almost wholly on the great strides the pressure had forced her to make with One for All. The fact this abruptly brought Jirou into the small number of people that even knew about One for All was completely blown off by both Momo and Izumi…even if Jirou quietly melted down just a little over the revelations and a mildly shattered worldview.

Of course, Izumi wasn't accepting half-measures. Which is how their relationship with Jirou finally pushed that last remaining step…

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"Here's your sexy harem outfit Jirou! Time to seduce Momo!"

Jirou blinked and did a double take at the extreme flimsy, mostly transparent outfit in Izumi's left hand. Just for good measure, Izumi shook her right hand to bring attention to the collar, complete with D-ring and leash, in that hand. Jirou's face slowly turned scarlet, steam practically flowing from her ears, as the implications fully processed for her. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out, and eventually it closed again.

"Come now, don't tell me you don't want to crawl on all fours, working your way up Momo's bound body. That you aren't interested in following my every command as I tell you what to do to make her moan the loudest and lewest? That you aren't in love with the idea that, once you do a really good job, you get to face plant in Momo's glorious momos, while I take you from behind? Every thrust pushing you into that heavenly cleavage?"

Okay, Jirou's blush had gotten to the point it looked like she might pass out. Better relieve some of the pressure. Izumi set down the cute puppygirl-themed-lingerie, and slowly sauntered up to Jirou. Giving her every possible chance to back away or say no, she calmly brushed away Jirou's hair, a bit longer than the punk girl usually kept it for lack of chances to get it cut these days. She, very slowly and carefully, wound the collar around Jirou's neck, bringing the ends to meet in front of her but not fastening them. Holding the two ends with one hand, she raised the other to gently rub Jirou's head, smiling as the punk girl instinctively pushed back into her hand. Half-trained for infinite headpats already!

"Momo and I talked about bringing you into our relationship even before the invasion, Kyoka. We've both been attracted to you from the first day we met, but we made sure to get to know you, not just your adorable punk exterior, before we had a serious talk about it. We had that talk a week or so before the invasion, and we both agreed to ease you into the idea. But, well…shit happened. Life isn't going to be normal again anytime soon, and you're already practically sleeping with us. Literally, given you cuddle with us often enough for sleep. We just haven't taken that final jump to the fun stuff!"

Kyoka's blush had eased off slightly, under Izumi's soothing touch and the softly spoken explanation that this wasn't coming from nowhere.

"We know you're at least attracted to us. Our bedroom doesn't even have a security camera, so the little bit of voyeurism you got to engage in was our devious trap to be sure~!"

Ah, there the blush was back again!

"But we know it's still a commitment. How much of one depends on you. It could just be a bit of fun, to blow off some steam. Or, well, we both hope we might all click and it will be more. That's for you to decide. For now, however…"

Izumi's petting hand strayed back down to the collar around the punk girl's throat. Izumi leaned forward, whispering into the punk girl's ear as she continued.

"Tonight is for deciding if you want to at least take a bit more of a step over that line. You don't have to. You can say no and I won't be offended at all. You can even say you want to try properly dating before you jump into something like this. But the opportunity is here if you want it. So, cutie…do you want it?"

There was a long few moments of pause, Kyoka audibly gulping as she rocked in place. Then, in a bare whisper Izumi might have missed if not for her own enhanced hearing, the flushed, slightly trembling girl answered.

"Yes…Mistress."

Grinning like a loon for just a moment, Izumi quickly schooled her features into a smirk instead as she pulled back to look her new pet in the eyes. She gently secured the collar, threading the ends with secure fingers and pulling it just to point of being a tiny bit snug.

"Excellent! Welcome to the fun, pet. Now, strip for Mistress! We have to get you ready for your debut with Momo…"

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-Lemon Starts Here-

Momo was both curious and aroused as Izumi finished tying her to the headboard. Her girlfriend was wearing the smuggest look she'd ever seen on her face. Which, after she'd spent plenty of time earlier getting Momo's motor running, something which had finally pulled her focus fully back into the rest of the world, was making Momo's mind positively itch with curiosity. When Izumi had refused to take anything farther until 'later,' Momo had whined, but played along. They knew each other well enough that she'd known Izumi had something special planned, particularly given how she knew she'd worried her girlfriend for the last few days. Turning down the first signs of true life, putting them off for later, meant whatever it was her lover had in the works was something she was certain was going to be to Momo's liking.

Admittedly, since she loved her lover being firm with her, the silk ribbons securing her to the bedposts was a great start. Though not nearly as good of one as the reinforced cuffs and bed of their little apartment back in Japan would have. Those would take actual effort and at least a moderate percentage of One for All to break. These, quality silk though they might be, she could probably struggle out of without tapping into One for All at all. The bone, muscle, and body fat density mutations that went with her original Quirk were sufficient that her own baseline strength was considerably higher than her body type would have most believe. All of which made her confident she could probably break the bedposts, even if the silk itself would likely hold up.

That made being tied up slightly less thrilling, but still fun. Hence being a 'great start.' The dildo-gag that Izumi had added was an even more interesting touch, since they'd talked about buying one but hadn't actually tried the idea out before tonight. But none of that was nearly enough for Izumi to look so smug about. Nor did it explain her girlfriend's insistence that she make an extremely sexy, open-bust and crotchless, teddy for herself. Her favorite color of red, worked with extremely intricate and mostly transparent lace, Momo knew she looked spectacular in the immodest bit of lingerie. But it was the sort of extra-special-effort that they normally only made for special occasions. Typically, they were both more than happy just to revel in the fact they were both drop-dead-gorgeous and looked better in their bare skins than most models managed even after they'd been photoshopped.

It was all maddeningly intriguing, and she was very much getting a bit impatient to discover what Izumi had gone to all this effort for. Thankfully, from the smug grin on Izumi face as she sauntered toward the door, she was fairly certain she was about to find out.

"Just wait right there for a minute~. I have to fetch your surprise!"

Reassured that whatever she was leaving for was only momentary, Momo was nevertheless more curious then ever. What could she have possibly brought into a hotel suite that couldn't have just been hidden in a dresser drawer or something? Perhaps a minute and a half ticked by before the door opened and Izumi came in…followed by an obvious explanation that caused Momo's eyes to widen in utter delight. She squealed into her gag but couldn't get more than happy noises out past it.

It was Kyoka!

It was Kyoka on her hands and knees, collar around her neck and following Izumi, who was holding the attached leash! It was all of that, with an utterly adorable mix of mortified blush and arousal on her face! And with cute little fluffy ears on a headband! Not to mention the mostly transparent negligee! It was just a tiny little bit of a disappointment not to see a tail, but Izumi probably hadn't wanted to push quite that far yet, even if she'd duplicated the rest of one of the wilder fantasy's Momo had admitted to her about Jirou!

Barely blinking, it was all Momo could do not to rip the bedposts out and glomp the adorable sexiness that was her and Izumi's sexy punk crush. Izumi had acquired the headpats! Also, the sexy, kinky shenanigans! And she'd used it for a surprise. Momo wouldn't ruin that by disrupting the scene! Instead, she forced herself to be a Good Girl and wait, knowing Izumi must have cast herself as the 'Mistress' for this moment. In truth, they were both switches, it was just that Momo leaned submissive where Izumi leaned dominant. A fantastic match, really, since it gave them all sorts of fun options. For tonight, however, it was clear Momo was meant to be full subby, and she couldn't be more delighted by the setup! Well, maybe if they'd had those stronger restraints. But Izumi couldn't be faulted for that.

"I do know you've wanted a pet for so long, dear. So I found us the perfect one! Isn't she adorable? Better yet, she's so obedient! Even if she still needs a little bit of training~. Still, we can handle that, can't we?"

Kyoka's blush had grown even deeper as the teasing, seductive tone Izumi managed so well when she really wanted to. The pure cheat of having such perfect body control. It wasn't fair at all what someone with perfect control of their vocal cords could do to you. Like live-action ASMR. Momo loved it…and if anything, from the shudder she'd just seen go through Kyoka, the other girl might just more than love it. Those sensitive ears of hers made Momo suddenly wonder if they could make the girl cum just by tying her up and forcing her to listen to an erotic story narrated by Izumi using that voice. Something to try later! Hopefully!

"Now, pet…it's time to get to your training, and I've set up dear Momo here for you to train with. Isn't that nice of me? Come on, up you go."

Momo watched Kyoka get very flustered as Izumi simply picked her up like she really was a pet. Interesting. If Momo didn't miss her guess, the punk girl had a thing for being womanhandled. Which probably explained a little bit about her initial interest in Momo and Izumi both. Jirou had certainly given the other girls of their class more than a few appreciative looks, but never ones of quite the same intensity as she'd given the two of them. It appears their new pet had a type. How fun~!

Izumi only needed two steps to cover the distance to the bed, where she gently placed the startled-yet-aroused looking Kyoka down between Momo's legs. Legs that were currently forced apart, subject to a spreader bar Izumi had 'made' Momo make, since the bed didn't have anywhere to tie her legs to. That spreader bar was set to a solid 70cm. Not enough to be utterly lewd, but more than enough to emphasize the crotchless nature of Momo's lingerie. Just enough, in fact, to cause her weeping slit to naturally part ever-so-slightly. Something which seemed to draw Kyoka's blushing gaze like a lodestone. Though, to Momo's amusement, those eyes seemed to be struggling to decided if they should be intently memorizing Momo's pussy…or ogling her tits. Apparently, Izumi wasn't the only one that appreciated how stacked she was up top.

"Now, pet. While Momo here is a wet and horny girl much of the time, always ready to be bent over and ridden hard. One should still be considerate. Which means not just diving right in. Now, she has particularly sensitive feet. So why don't you start there. And remember, pets don't use hands."

Izumi followed up her sexy, sexy demand by firmly grabbing Jirou's pert rear and kneading it, startling a moan out of Kyoka that increased an already near-alarming level of blush. A quick swat followed the kneading, getting their 'pet' moving with a little uncertainty. For a moment, the uncertainty worried Momo, as feet weren't everyone's thing. Izumi only toyed with Momo's because it drew the 'lewdest sounds' out of her 'short of sex,' for example. She relaxed and let go of that worry as she saw intense desire in Kyoka's eyes. Inexperience then, rather than a lack of desire. Momo should have known that Izumi wouldn't have pushed without having some idea that the other girl was into it. Particularly not on their very first time.

Her inexperience became more obvious as Jirou tentatively tried to kiss and nibble. She wasn't bad at it. But she clearly didn't know how to find the right spots and the right touches. That changed as Izumi leaned over her, intentionally pressing her own considerable cleavage into the smaller girl's back, and began seductive whispering corrections in the punk pet's ear. Kyoka shivered at that voice pouring liquid honey into her brain, almost instinctively responding to the 'suggestions,' and rapidly improving as a result. It didn't take long for those 'lewd noises' that Izumi so loved to begin spilling from Momo's gagged lips, every moan and whimper seeming to encourage Kyoka as her blush slowly faded and intense focus set it.

Focus on practically worshiping everything about Momo.

Focus she used with ever increasing enthusiasm as she worked her way up Momo's legs at Izumi's direction, skipped over her apex despite her wordless pleas, enthusiastically traced her abs, and then really got into every possible action with her boobs. Seriously, she knew her boobs were awesome! But why was everyone so intent on motorboating them? It sort of tickled, darn it! Oh…oh fuck…she was better with her tongue than even Izumi…mostly because it was pierced. Who knew that the mix of cold metal and hot mouth on her nipples could feel that amazing. Momo whimpered as, without anyone even touching her pussy yet, her eyes rolled back in her head as she came.

"Huh. Been a while since she came from just this much. Our lovely little slut must really like you, pet!"

Momo flushed, not really with embarrassment so much as enjoyment of the dirty talk. Kyoka was looking stunned…but at least half of that was likely do to the fact that Izumi was rewarding her. Momo couldn't clearly see what was happening, but from the vague movement she could see, she suspected her lover was firmly rubbing the front of Kyoka's tiny, and no doubt soaked by now, panties. The smaller girl shuddered a moment later, making Momo's eyes widen as she realized Jirou had just cum herself, with arguably even less stimulation than what Momo had gotten! Neither of them were given longer than a few moments to recover, as Izumi once again simply picked Kyoka up and shifted her. This time, dropping her between Momo's legs.

"Now to the main event, pet. Well, the first main event. We still have all sorts of toys for you to experience until you're properly broken in…"

Momo saw Kyoka's gulp as a tiny bit of the understanding that she probably wasn't getting out of this able to walk set in. The sight was positively lovely to Momo's eyes, and she couldn't wait until she got to switch rolls and order their new partner to find all of Izumi's weak spots, just as Izumi was doing with hers…

-Lemon Ends Here-

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A/N: Woo! Infinite Jirou Headpats acquired! That is all...