Summary:

  Warning! Chapters 90 & 91 were posted back-to-back! Make sure you don't miss chapter 90!

  Chapter 91: The Morning After

  Given her complete ck of visible embarrassment, after waking up and stumbling out of Momo and Izumi's bedroom naked, it could be suspected that Jirou was not a morning person. To be fair to her, though…they'd sort of worn her out. Quite thoroughly. Izumi and Momo both had superhuman stamina, and poor Kyoka didn't, after all. Not that she'd compined even once before passing out. Twice. Honestly, it had been impressive that she'd woken up after the first time and been game for more.

  As it was, an amused Momo, far more present than she had been for the st few days, met her halfway to the suite's small kitchenette. Her arms glowed briefly with her Quirk as she produced a robe. Short and a little on the sexy side, it nevertheless covered Kyoka up as the smaller girl passively let herself be guided through the motions of putting it on. Izumi's own lips quirked in an amused smirk as she made some coffee for the punk girl, despite it already being te morning. The smell seemed to pull the girl like a magnet, and she stumbled toward it the moment Momo let her go.

  Not knowing when she would get up, Momo and Izumi had preserved some breakfast for Jirou, and now Izumi slide a pte full of it onto the hotpte included in the suite's simple kitchen. It reheated fairly quickly, but the few minutes it took did seem to push Kyoka more toward actual wakefulness, her eyes looking more alert and a blush rising on her cheeks as Izumi slid the reheated full English breakfast in front of her. Before the punk girl could build up to a full blush, Momo rescued her with a headpat.

  "I'm happy you're awake, Kyoka! We were worried we pushed you too hard st night. You were amazing, but we're both sort of stamina monsters!"

  Okay, well, not really rescued, given the heat now rising from Jirou's cheeks. But at least she'd broken the tension? Also, it was hard to be anything but swept away into Bouncy Momo's pace on the occasions she made an appearance.

  "Oh, but there's so much more to try! You'll stick with us right? Oh, I hope so! You were adorable in that outfit Izumi put you in! And that tongue stud did things I didn't know I was missing!"

  Bouncy Momo was also shameless. Which amused Izumi greatly, but which appeared to be threatening to cause Kyoka to test the possibilities of non-Quirk spontaneous human combustion. Rather than let that run too far, Izumi took full advantage of her now-hopefully-infinite headpat privileges to give some to Jirou, and tried to rescue her from her rescuer.

  "Don't be embarrassed! You were fantastic! I really wasn't expecting some of the things you can do with your jacks. Who knew you could plug them into vibrators and they'd do a better job than the actual motors?"

  It must be said, that Izumi wasn't necessarily that good at not being shameless after fantastic sex, either…

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  She had survived breakfast. Somehow.

  Also somehow, apparently Kyoka was now dating the two hottest people she knew? And they really wanted to date her, too. Not just invite her to their bed as a third for hot sex? Kyoka wasn't entirely sure this was all real. Maybe she'd died at some point during the invasion and this was some sort of heavenly afterlife? She didn't think that was the case, since her everything wasn't supposed to ache in the positive sorts of afterlives. So that was probably out. Even if the soreness was more that of pleasant overexertion than anything else. She'd never cum so many times before, or so hard, in her life, and it apparently used muscles that she hadn't properly known existed.

  Honestly, the sex had been amazing.

  Even if it had just been that, sex and nothing more, she would have been fine with it. Izumi and Momo were incredibly hot, so much so that she might have competed with a few anime girls for how fast she'd developed crushes on the pair. As in, basically the first hour after she'd met them. Though, in her defense, that first day had involved getting glimpses of both of them naked. Which she was one hundred and ten percent sure had turned at least a few of her straight cssmates bi in a few eyeblinks of confused awe. Seriously, Momo's boobs put any pornstar she'd ever seen to shame, and Izumi's ass was the sort of thing sculptors dreamed of immortalizing in stone for eternity.

  She'd gotten to py with both of those bits of anatomy st night. She could die happy now. Assuming she wasn't already dead, of course.

  In the increasingly likely chance that she was still alive, the conversation she'd eventually had with the pair this morning, after they'd nearly made her pass out again by being utterly shameless, had been even better. To her confused, amazed, delight…both of them were apparently interested in more that just 'friends with benefits' and having Kyoka join them in bed as a pything from time to time. She'd honestly thought that she was imagining them trying to seduce her over the st few months. They'd been entirely too casual about it, and she'd assumed she was reading far too much into their actions based on her own crush.

  Apparently, that wasn't the case at all.

  Nope, instead, they'd apparently been open the whole time to acquiring more girlfriends. Not just lovers, but outright significant others. Something that they'd freely admitted to having conversations about when they were younger, but which they hadn't acted on until they'd met Jirou. Not that they had been actively looking for more, so much as they both apparently thought it was dumb to dismiss people they both clicked with, simply because they were already together.

  Honestly, Kyoka wasn't sure if that was refreshingly sane, or just…eccentric. Couldn't call it weird. They were too rich for that. Well, whatever it was, she was grateful for it, since she now apparently had two amazing girlfriends who were eager to take her on dates and have fantastic amounts of mind-blowing sex. She had zero clue if something this good could st, but damned if she wasn't going to enjoy every second of it for as long as she could. Not to mention doing her dead level best to make sure it did st…

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  Izumi was pleased. Please with herself, pleased with how well Jirou was taking her sudden inclusion in their retionship, and most of all pleased with the fact that Momo was rapidly becoming her usual animated self again. She wasn't delusional enough to believe all of the potential problems had been solved. She'd made darn sure that Momo had an appointment with Dr. Tsumaki set for tomorrow. Their therapist would, hopefully, be able to build on Izumi's work in getting her girlfriend back into a healthy headspace. Izumi had faith that she'd set Momo on the right path to getting there, at least. There was a reason that Dr. Tsumaki was the joint choice of therapist for Izumi, Momo, and 2B all three.

  For now, what progress had been made was enough. Momo was acting more normal, Kyoka had finally been brought into Infinite Headpat Space, and things were going well with the Harvest Stone team. Even 2B had perked up a bit from the low she'd found herself in during the worst of the crisis. The proof that they had made a difference, and were still doing so, proving to be enough to help wash away her fears. Fears that she'd hadn't done enough to prepare humanity for the monsters in the dark.

  Better yet, they still had a solid week and a half left before they had to get fully back into the grind. Even aside from Izumi cutting everyone out for Momo's sake, the Powers that Be apparently weren't idiots. The vast majority of the Bristol Beachhead Gate Assault teams had been put on mandatory leave for a minimum of a week, with light duty ordered for another week after that. Light duty, in Izumi and Momo's case, would virtually certainly be more work on the Harvest Stone or the RADS arrays. Those, while stressful in their own ways, weren't the shock of direct combat, which would give them more time to mentally recover from the slog they'd been involved in since the invasion started.

  It was just possible, too, that by the time they were rotated back to the front lines, the bance might just have shifted to something more in their favor. It was possible, at least. Which is something that Izumi hadn't been sure about during the early days of the invasion. Now, it seemed there was a light at the end of the tunnel. It was a dim light, and it was still possible the light was an onrushing train. But there was a light of some sort nevertheless…

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