Hey, guys! GOTA, here, with the second installment of 'Nothing Saiko About Love, Deku!' In this chapter, Izuku has an encounter with Saiko's loyal butler, M. M informs Izuku that Saiko expects him for breakfast. However, M has prepared his attire suitable for her mistress, much to Izuku's chagrin. What will happen? Read and see!

As a warning, this story will include content relating to bondage, reverse rape, crossdressing, humiliation, and strong elements of femdom. If this isn't your thing, then please refrain from reading. Discretion is strongly advised. As always, the author doesn't encourage and/or endorse the events portrayed in this story. Enjoy!

This is an OOC Saiko x OOC Izuku (and eventual OOC Rumi) story.

Izuku's eyes slowly drifted as he was rising from his induced slumber. Everything was blurry, unable to decipher anything within a few feet. His head was feeling foggy and congested. His eyes were in protest of the sudden brightness. As his senses slowly returned, he already knew that something wasn't right.

Rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes, everything became high definition. He was in a well-lit room. It appeared lavish, something one would find in Good Housekeeping or Better Homes and Gardens. It wasn't like he was a fan of those magazines. He just idly read the columns as he aided his mother in her weekly couponing sessions. However, he wouldn't find his mother nor her coupons in this establishment. Everything was screaming expensive. Four posts on each end of the bed that was obviously made out of oak. The bed was ridiculously soft, as if the thread count came from the finest of sheep or goat. A flatscreen television was embedded into the wooden walls in front of him. As his eyes continued darting, he noticed an opened door that led to the bathroom. He could hear something like a babbling brook. He concluded that it had to be a water fountain from the shower or possibly a bidet. It was sort of hard to tell at this time.

However, why was his mind focusing on the decor. Instead, it needed to focus on the matter at hand - Saiko Intelli.

It was the temptress herself who put him in this position. He should have known better than to participate in a penalty game. An obvious cliche of being in the woods near end's day, only to be subdued and captured. In his heart, he knew the inevitability of the letter. However, his conviction was giving individuals the benefit of the doubt. Be that as it may, can a teen dream? He wouldn't describe himself as unappealing. Girls loved being in his company. Guys (mostly) like hanging around him. So, why not feel flattered if there was a secret admirer wanting to better acquaint themselves with him. Like his mother would say, 'you would never know until you find out.'

For once, those words were proved ominous.

Immediately, he reached over to the nightstand for his cell phone. It wasn't there. Panicking, he checked under the pillow as he would leave it as often, Katsuki would love borrowing other people's phones without permission as the teen would use his phone allowance for womanly pleasures at the adult nickelodeons.

Or in this instance, making sex with Reiko Yanagi.

Needing to check his surroundings, he decided that getting out of bed was his first plan. He reached for the covers, only to immediately cover himself.

"Why am I naked?"

Before he could answer that question, he heard the rattling coming from the door nearby.

Izuku jerked his head when hearing the double-chambered doors opened. Entering the room was a short, stunningly attractive brown-skinned woman. She was wearing an all-black business suit, the type that men would typically sport. She stopped at the entrance, adjusting her red bowtie and adjusting her attention-grabbing long white bunny ears. The silvery-haired woman pursed her lips, clicking her tongue as her eyes wandered every part of the room with the exception of the obvious elephant lying in the bed.

Steps echoed in the room as the woman in black approached Izuku. She had a look of disgust. The kind of look of distaste and displeasure - "why are you in my presence?" or "you don't have a right to be in my sight." It gave him a reminder of a certain goddess from the Percy Jackson and the Olympians novels he read as a kid back in his junior high days.

"You're finally awake! Good!" The response wasn't cold but it surely wasn't welcoming or warm. It was absolute and matter of fact.

"Where's Saiko," questioned Izuku sternly.

"You're on a need to know basis, boy," replied the woman sharply. "Also, I would be wise on your tone when discussing anything about my mistress."

The sixteen-year-old wasn't moved by tone or attitude. In the years of adaptation of Katsuki and fellow oppositions in his lifetime, he knew about to be calm, collective, and most of all, strategic.

"I am not going to ask again," retorted Izuku sternly. "Where in the hell is Saiko…."

The brown-skinned rabbit rushed at Izuku, wrapping her hands around his neck. With the same hand, she forced him to look skywardly at her.

"Hold your tongue 'cause you might say something that I might not like," she said, her voice devoid of emotion. "I don't think you want to lose your life tonight based on your next set of words." She let go of his neck. "So, choose your next words wisely from this point on, boy!"

He knew her type. The type who have completely vow their entire life of loyalty, devotion, and affection to their mistress. Judging by her appearance, she kind of favored the character, Sol Marron from Black Clover. He took steady breaths. After all, he didn't break a sweat despite being temporarily deprived of oxygen intermittently. He recalled his mentor, All Might, telling him to never lose his cool when facing danger from the opposition.

"Understand," replied Izuku calmly. She smiled at his acquiescence, but it didn't reach her eyes.

"Mistress assigned me here to get you ready for breakfast," she said flatly. "I am instructed to get you ready."

"Breakfast?!" He had to once again remind himself of his present circumstances. Or unless he wanted to face the unmerciful hands of the brown-skinned woman. "Breakfast," he said once more, but this time in a calmer tone.

"Mistress wouldn't like it if you were deprived of an appetite." She turned away from him. Izuku remained attentive in case of any surprise tactics from the dashing woman. She went into the post oak wardrobe adjacent from his bed. He heard the sounds of opened drawers. She kneeled downward, in search apparently for clothing for him to wear.

A few moments later, the woman Izuku could safely say is Saiko's bodyguard or lady butler returned to the foot of the bed. "Ten minutes to shower, five minutes to dress. Mistress wants you in the dining room in the next thirty minutes." Without a care of subtlety or sincerity, she pulled the covers, exposing the naked Izuku.

"I will be watching you in case of lover's remorse," she said flatly. She clapped her hands. "Get up, boy! You wouldn't like it if I were to say it a second time."

A grimace look appeared on Izuku's face. His eyes stood sharply at hers. She, too, remained unmoved. However, she had a better bluff as her fists clenched tightly at her sides. "Fine!"

"The name's M, boy." She crossed her arms. "And that is all you need to know!"

Izuku removed the pillowcase from the pillow to hide his sex. As he walked to the opened door to the bathroom, their eyes never left each other's sight.

When out of sight, M cursed under her breath. This certainly wasn't going to be an easy boy, she thought. Compared to the mistress' previous endeavors with men, all folded and melted like putty. Sitting down on the bed, she waited for Izuku to finish. She knew that a man's bravado could only last for so long.

A woman's prowess is always championed.

Ten minutes later….

Izuku pointed at the outfit-in-question that was laid out on the bed. "Umm, yeah!" He crossed his arm in disapproval. "I'm not gonna wear that."

It was a black-and-white maid's outfit. He could tell that the skirt portion was above the knees. It also came with black chantilly lace panties, white stockings, and a green wig.

It was met with a slap to the back of the head. "You are not going to question what Mistress wants of you," said M matter of factly. "The minutes are wearing thin. Either you are going to wear it willfully or I will force you to wear it." She scoffed under her breath. "Trust me, with men, I am not so gentle."

She gave him a strong glare. "Strip, now!"

Begrudgingly and reluctantly, he did what he was told. M watched as Izuku removed his towel. A satisfied look appeared on her face.

A blessing that Izuku missed it.

After a few moments, he put on the clothes that she instructed him to wear. He felt the smug grin from behind him that was coming from her. Nevertheless, he wasn't going to let her see him sweat.

She glared at him, observing the outfit. She wanted absolute certainty that his appearance was pleasing to the mistress. She took him by the hand and led him to a mirror.

"Look at yourself," said M as she pointed at him in the mirror, "You look like a real girl."

He flushed. The feeling of wearing women's panties and stockings felt funny to him. The friction was rubbing hard against his dick. He started to feel aroused, but fought the feeling away. M looked at her watch. "We have a minute to spare." She used her hand to slap his ass. "Let's make haste! Time is of the essence and I am not certain if you want to face punishment on your first day."

"First day," he said. "What are you talking about?"

The response was met with a shove toward the bedroom door. From that point on, he learned that it was best to be silent.

Izuku made his way out of the bedroom and into the hallway.

A couple of minutes later….

As he followed M, he saw rows of pictures on the wall. All looked like women of prominence. Each sporting a monocle, Victorian-style outfits, and a riding crop in their hands. He was hurled forward by her hands. "No time for browsing. Let's go! Now!"

He continued to walk until he went up the stairs. As he made it upstairs, he went into another corridor. Everything looked firm, lavish, as if it might be in a mansion of sorts. He turned to hear the sound of music trailing at the distance. It was safe to assume that Saiko might be in that direction. Knowing that time was of the essence, he made his way to the music.

Upon entering the dining room, he could see that it was very exquisite.

The walls were covered with shimmering gold paper and in the middle of the ceiling above the carved oak table is a candelabra. Down the center of the table was a runner with the Celtic design woven in gold and green into the fabric itself. At the end of the table were floor-to-ceiling french doors, left slightly ajar to let in the scented summer air. The polished silver cutlery was heavy to the hand and shined brightly in the early morning light. At each place stood a tall empty wine glass and there were beautifully folded napkins to match the runner.

If Saiko had friends, then this room would be a great place to throw a soiree.

"Have a seat! Mistress will be with you shortly," said M. She then turned around and was heading away from him. She stopped, turning her head to him. "If you do one minuscule thing to hurt my mistress, I will have to break you to get even. Understood, boy?"

Izuku clicked his tongue. "Understood!"

"Hmpf!" M left Izuku alone in the dining room as she departed. Whether it was seen or not, Izuku gave her the middle finger.

Izuku took a seat at the table. The feeling of embarrassment reigned in his mind. Less than a day ago, he was living a carefree life and now he was being held captive by Saiko and her loyal butler, M.

No cell phone and other sources of communication, he couldn't determine his whereabouts.

Time is of the essence and I am not certain if you want to face punishment on your first day.

What did M mean by that, Izuku thought to himself. First day? First day for what?

"On time, I see? Good! Lord forbid what would have happened if you didn't, my dear boyfriend."

Izuku doesn't answer. He kept his face forward as she walked from behind. He remained calm, especially when feeling something gliding against his back.

"Not bad! Not bad at all." Saiko wasn't sporting her attire from the previous night. Her outfit looked similar to the character Esdeath from Akame Ga Kill! "M does have good taste. Better yet, it is I that have good taste, my dear and wonderful maid boy!"

He didn't answer. His facial expression gave it away.

She smiled. "Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life, my wonderful boyfriend. Better yet, my brand new maid boy and brand new pet!"

To be continued….