Summary: Jirou ys down the w!

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  Chapter 116: Girls, the Break is Mandatory

  "Oh no you don't."

  Izumi and Momo locked up in surprise as, completely without warning, Kyoka jacked both of them with a mild Heartbeat Fuzz. Momo, still made of squishy meat for the most part, locked up entirely. Izumi, mostly made up of less squishy android repcement bits, merely yelped and stuttered mid-step. Given the difference in reaction, it was Izumi who managed to squeak out the question first.

  "Kyo, what the heck?!"

  She got jabbed again for her trouble, though this time it was just a firm prodding without the soundwave pulse.

  "Don't you 'what the heck' me, Izumi. We are on mandatory leave before getting back to work. As in, we are supposed to be rexing before things get intense again. Instead of learning from both of your previous mistakes, you two idiots doubled down and spent the three days I was away working yourself to the point of colpse. You aren't going back into the workshop today unless the world is literally on fire and the only fire extinguisher on the pnet is in your b. Even then? I'll go get it while you two do something less stressful. Like roast marshmallows on the burning pnet from orbit or something."

  Momo and Izumi both gaped at their girlfriend's completely unexpected, deadpan, diatribe. Then they both developed sheepish looks and gnced at each other. They had already been through this song and dance before, hadn't they? Yet they'd gone right back to the bad habit of not letting themselves breathe, throwing themselves into every problem without allowing any breaks, even knowing full well they'd eventually hit a wall.

  "I had plenty of time to pn our day while you two went right back to musing over the fate of the universe st night. You're going to come with, we're going to rex, and you're going to like it. Not just today, but for the next three days minimum. After that, if I say you've actually managed to get a healthy amount of fun in, then and only then will you go back to pnning world domination via orbital death ser."

  2B was snickering in the back of Izumi mind…until Kyoka turned on her, too.

  "You're included, 2B. Inko is expecting your full attention today for a mother/daughter day. And you know she'll know if you're committing half your processing power elsewhere."

  The snickering cut off, causing Izumi's own lips to twitch.

  "Okay, Mistress Jirou. What is your master pn for your sexy girlfriends today?"

  Kyoka blushed heavily when Momo struck back, falling into her best 'cheerful servant' pose.

  "S-stop that! A-as for what we're going to do. Well, the first thing is visit one of the parks that got converted into a street food and craft tables sort of pce. They were crazy busy before more of the city started opening up, but they've chilled out a bit now that some of the city is covered by RADS arrays…"

  ... ...

  Izumi had to give Kyoka credit. She couldn't possibly have picked a better way to get Momo's mind off inventing stuff than the sprawling food-cart-filled park. They'd all been startled by just how many options there were. The stalls covered a wild range of foods from traditional festival fare to exotic foreign dishes. Virtually all of it rendered extra interesting and unusual by the recipes having been converted to work with what could be grown in the new vertical hydroponic farms.

  All of it, of course, put Momo in heaven.

  While most people would assume someone from Momo's background was a gourmand, and Momo absolutely was when it came to rich people food, street food was the sort of thing she just didn't get. Much like their visit to the waterpark and karaoke club on her birthday, Momo adored the normality of the experience. The fact that her Quirk was literally fueled by food, she couldn't get fat as a result, and basically had a bottomless pit of an appetite, only made her more enthusiastically bouncy as a result of all the options.

  Which, of course, also thoroughly distracted Izumi. There was nothing more simultaneously adorable as Momo in bouncy mode, and hot as her unintentionally being half-sexual with all the food. Her Quirk made her enjoy variety, and the little wiggles she did when she found something she liked could drive a happily married priest and a completely straight nun into walking into light poles. Let alone when she got her hands, or more accurately tongue, on something like an ice cream cone. Poor Kyoka had never quite experienced Momo this way and spent half their time in the park blushing hard enough Izumi thought she'd pass out, all while Izumi just focused on Momo. She'd been in this situation, or ones like it, before. Better to focus on the show and tune out the comments she'd inevitably pick up about herself as well. Particurly when Momo got affectionate…

  ... ...

  Momo grinned as she mentally gave credit to Kyoka. Their girlfriend apparently had Izumi's number much better than Momo had realized. Once they'd moved on from that amazing food park, Kyoka had taken them to a sort of pop-up merch fair. Very little of the Heroic merchandise and art on the tables present was official. Technically, most of it was properly outright illegal under intellectual property w. But it was all made by the sort of crazy enthusiasts that were really just trying to support their Hero Otakuism by making their own stuff to sell or trade.

  She had to admit she was seriously impressed by some of the quality, even taking careful note of a few artists that might be worth trying to hire. Not now, Kyoka had wisely forced them to change their looks a bit so they weren't outed as themselves. Which had been extremely smart, since Momo had seen tons of unofficial art of both her and Izumi. Including a few rather lewd pieces that she admitted made her sort of hot and bothered. She was the half-shameless exhibitionist between the three of them, after all, and seeing some of the things the artists thought she and Izumi got up to made her want to try them.

  Like that really well drawn one where Izumi was shown having tied Momo to a billboard and ripped her clothes off. Fuck, she wished Izumi was comfortable enough with the risk of getting caught to actually do something like that. It looked fun.

  Ah well, maybe someday! And for now, Kyoka had certainly found a way to distract Izumi. Not a lot of people realized that she was a bit of a merch hound, but Izumi most certainly was. She had an impressive and exclusive collection, spanning hundreds of Heroes. Most of it official and some of it quite rare. Here, however, she knew she'd lost Izumi for an hour or two…if not more. While it may not be official material, there were a lot of Heroes and Heroines covered here who barely had any official merch. Not to mention that she was seeing quite a few crossover bits from the JSDF mixed in. That was certainly a new and interesting development…

  ... ...

  Kyoka sighed in pleasure as the soothing music flowed over the balcony. Had she utterly abused the fact her girlfriends were stupidly rich to get a private balcony for this performance? Yes, yes she had. But this was the first time the Shizuoka Orchestra had been able to py since the Invasion, and fuck if she was missing it! She could tell Momo was enjoying it along with her, though Izumi seemed more bemused than anything. That was okay, she'd long since figured out that Izumi was the type who enjoying watching the people she cared about enjoy themselves. It was part of why she'd fallen so hard for the girl, despite the unusual retionship it had drawn her into.

  Not that Kyoka minded. She'd been crushing on Momo almost as hard as Izumi after all. To the point that it had been frustrating to see them together, since she would have settled for either of them! Still, what had actually happened was as unexpected as it was amazing, and Kyoka would hold onto it with every fiber of her being, for as long as it sted. Hopefully, forever, but who knew with a non-traditional retionship like theirs? Sometimes they worked amazingly well, more often they crashed and burned. Kyoka knew it, but held out firm hope that theirs would be the 'amazingly well' sort. So far, at least, it seemed to be working out that way.

  That slight worry melted away as the strings reached a crescendo of the current piece, washing her away in the soundwaves. Too many people thought that, just because she loved punk and rock music, she was a heathen who didn't enjoy the more complex musics too. For her, though, something like an Orchestra was like bathing in the sound. The rich, complex mixture of a well-trained Orchestra was like the finest of wines.

  Well, probably.

  She hadn't exactly had many of the finest of wines, after all. Reminding herself that Izumi would certainly enjoy the st stop of the day, Kyoka let herself be swept away by the music, refusing to worry over what her girlfriends thought of it…this choice had been for her.

  ... ...

  -Lemon Starts Here-

  Izumi smirked at the whimpering giggle-moan that the tickle of a feather along an inner thigh drew of the helpless form of Kyoka as she squirmed in her restraints. The noise was set to the backdrop of Momo's own muffled moans, her first girlfriend busy with her own squirming a couple of meters away. Kyoka had surprised both of them when her st stop of the 'date day' had been a Love Hotel of all pces. That surprise, presented by a very adorably red Kyoka, had turned to delight when they'd discovered that this Love Hotel had a very special theme.

  The sort of theme that required waivers.

  Rather than a more traditional Love Hotel, whose kinkiest accessory might be a pair of fuzzy pstic handcuffs, Katrina's Delight was a pce where you could rent BDSM Dungeons. It also wasn't advertised, unlike some such hotels. You could only find out about the pce by invitation, and Izumi was more than a little curious just where Kyoka had gotten said invitation from. That, however, was something to investigate ter. For now, she had both of her girlfriends suffering delightfully fun predicaments, and she intended to take full advantage of booking the Dungeon all the way through tomorrow at noon.

  Momo, she'd dealt with first.

  Mostly, that was because she knew Momo had far more stamina than Kyoka, meaning she could leave Momo in her current situation for quite some time. Until she'd exhausted poor Kyoka the first time, at least. Then she could work over her first lover while the second recovered for round two. As for what that situation was…Izumi gnced over to make sure Momo was still being good and not accidentally breaking her restraints. Thankfully, she was being a Good Girl despite her situation, staying away from channeling One for All.

  Izumi had settled on using the room's sex saddle to keep Momo entertained. It was a nice model that Izumi was intent on recreating back home with more durable materials. It had variable mounts for a pair of thrusting arms under the seat, and Izumi had immediately attached two dildos. One of the thickest options with some interesting ridges in the forward position and a much slimmer model behind it. Well, almost immediately. She'd ordered her girls to strip first, while taking in her options, then blindfolded Momo to start things off properly.

  After blindfolding her girlfriend, mounting the dildos, and strapping Momo into an amazing open-busted straightjacket Izumi wanted to own in at least five different colors, she'd lubed up the toys and Momo alike. Using her own considerable strength, she'd womanhandled Momo over the saddle and sank her down carefully, enjoying the way her breathing had hitched as her pussy and ass were both spread by the first inch of each toy.

  Securing the now kneeling girl's thighs and ankles to the cuffs on the side of the saddle, she'd taken an extra few moments to py with Momo's tits, fondling them and drawing the first few moans. Moans that had turned to yelps as she'd clipped two cmps, each weighted with a vibration unit, to each of her girlfriend's nipples.

  A ring-gag had come next, just so Momo knew she was fully stuck, drooling helplessly and unable to even beg until Izumi decided to get around to her. After that, Izumi had turned the vibrating cmps on low and set the saddle to begin a slow-but-escating campaign of pleasure. The vibrating dildos mounted on the thrusting arms had begun to piston at a slow rhythm, each toy working opposite one another, with one penetrating as the other withdrew. At first, it had been only the thrusting. By the time Izumi had gotten Kyoka restrained in her own little predicament, they had sped up considerably and began to vibrate as well.

  Izumi, having picked the program, knew that they would soon be joined by potent vibrations of the carefully-positioned hump in the 'saddle' that was pressed against Momo's clit. That would be the true beginning of Momo's wild ride, as Izumi had hacked the safeties to turn off the default timers on the gear. Once it escated, the entire program would began cycling high-stimution programs at random, no matter how long it ran for or how many times Momo came.

  Momo could easily break free, of course. But Izumi knew she wouldn't do so unless she got truly desperate or it happened on accident. Given Momo was thoroughly and completely multi-orgasmic and was very much into being 'helpless' and 'forced' to cum like this, Izumi knew that only the accidental option was truly likely. Hopefully, she wouldn't break anything before Izumi was done with at least Kyoka's first round…

  Speaking of Kyoka, Izumi's eyes returned to her with a wicked grin as she flicked the feather across the poor girl's dripping slit this time, causing her to twitch and whimper-moan. Kyoka's predicament was simpler than Momo's, but no less diabolical given what Izumi was up to. She, too, had been blindfolded. Though not before being allowed to see exactly what happened to Momo, so that she would have a delightfully clear idea of just what was happening to cause all those background moans.

  After blindfolding and colring her, as befitted their little pet, Izumi had taken advantage of the specially built Queen-sized bed in the room. What made the bed special were the numerous attachment points all over it, as well as the bars running up three sides to provide plenty of interesting pces to tie ropes or attach chains to. Laying Kyoka down, propped at an angle on a wedge-shaped cushion that was perfect for Izumi's pns, she'd taken ruthless advantage of something she'd discovered about Kyoka early on.

  She was flexible.

  It was a statement that deserved being properly emphasized. Even Mina, breakdancer that she was, would likely be a little jealous if she knew the sorts of knots Kyoka could be tied into without even being uncomfortable. Like the position she was in now, with her hands tied up behind her head…and her knees being tied right next to them. Well, not quite that drastic. Though she suspected Kyoka actually could have taken even that. Just out of caution, Izumi had spaced her legs away from the headboard's attachment points with a pair of neat little spacer-bars with attachment points on both ends. Even so, her knees were practically in her own face, Kyoka being practically folded in half.

  The result of using the spacer-bars had pleased Izumi more than a little. It meant that Kyoka's entire body had turned into a curve, with her helpless pussy and ass pointed up, adorably exposed and vulnerable. Despite that, she'd managed to ignore the temptation offered long enough to use her weapon of choice, the same feather she was using now, to torment each of the girl's pierced nipples. She'd only moved on after she'd heard Momo's toys escating again, figuring that tying the increasing background track of moans to her own stimution was only going to push the audiophile that was her second girlfriend to higher extremes of desperation.

  Feet had come next, causing helpless giggles, but Izumi hadn't stayed there long. Instead, she'd worked her way down calves and to Kyoka's sensitive inner thighs, which is where the delightful giggle-moans had happened. Now, Izumi hummed as she flicked the ticklish feather over Kyoka's throbbing clit, and spoke for the first time since tying her up.

  "You know, your piercing set isn't quite complete. We should really get you a clit piercing, shouldn't we? Maybe we'll do that tomorrow, that way you don't have access to Recovery Girl for immediate healing. That will mean we have to find other ways to keep you from touching. A chastity belt, perhaps? That would be quite fun, making you watch as I force Momo to cum over and over again, while you have to sit it out."

  Kyoka's breathing hitched in a very interesting way at that suggestion. Well, well. She wasn't really going to follow through on that threat, as it would probably be more than a bit of an unsafe health risk. But the piercing and a chastity belt could serve other purposes, done at a more opportune time. Musing for a moment, she grinned as she voiced one of those possibilities out loud.

  "Oh, and it just wouldn't do to have you get a plebian piercing for your magic button. I bet, with Momo's Quirk, we can miniaturize a vibrator enough to fit into a piercing. One with a neat, encrypted remote control that only Momo and I will have the access key for. Hmmm, it might be a bit more of a squeeze, but I bet we could even sneak a shock mode in that could keep you from cumming without permission, too."

  Oh, that got a reaction. A pretty strong one as Kyoka somehow managed to buck into the next feather swish, despite her bound position. That was quite the feat, and Izumi grinned as she realized she'd hit on something fun. So, while Momo loved being made to cum over and over again by 'force out of her control,' Kyoka instead wanted to have her own release completely under someone else's control? There were all sorts of fun things Izumi could do with that information. For now, though...

  "Hmmm, but you do deserve something nice for all your hard work today. Just rex, little one, as I reward you for your efforts…"

  Instead of the feather, this time it was Izumi's tongue that drew a teasing line through Kyoka's drooling sex. Izumi grinned at getting her loudest moan yet out of the girl. Given that little apparent control fetish, it was time to test the waters a bit. Considering how close she obviously was from the teasing, Izumi wondered just how long she could edge her girlfriend for before she came her brains out. And, of course, how many times Kyoka could cum in rapid succession, after that, as Izumi changed the pace…

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