What reason does Izuku have to face Itsuka and Yui again in this chapter? And how come it involves bondage and blackmail? Read and see! Enjoy!

He was people-watching. He couldn't describe it to be a typical afternoon pastime. But today, he was in the mood. In the center of the coffeehouse, his mind was beyond the due homework assignment and the watered peach iced tea. He watched two gentlemen, sitting beside him dressed in business suits, talking with each other from across the table. What was interesting was the pair differ from one another. One was a middle-aged portly man and the former mayor of their town. The smaller gentleman assisted the mayor back in his prime. Izuku listened as the duo reflected on their careers in public office. Articulative they were on their rights and their wrongs; their future endeavors; and the like. They laughed loudly; beating the table with their heavy hands. Each made a loud thump as they boasted about their ups and downs of their career. Izuku did not really care for the mayor. In his opinion, the mayor enjoyed giving orders without taking responsibility.

What he did admire was the friendship the duo produced in that time. Something the emerald child felt that he needed at this particular juncture.

The door opened, allowing the breeze to blow into his skirt. He kept his mouth on his straw, turning away from people who may possibly notice him. He thanked the gods that he wasn't in familiar territory. He felt strange to wear stockings. It was more strange to wear panties than wearing a skirt. As a young child, he sported skirts for his mother. He was the model for her homemade clothes. He held onto the hem of the skirt. It was a simple plaid skirt. He felt fortunate that the skirt reached near his knees when sitting down. He wouldn't know what he would have done if the girls would have put him in something more alluring.

Yui and Itsuka.

The girls didn't give him an even twenty-four hours before making their presence known.

It was during the early evening hours. He was at home, resting on his bed. Gundam Wing was on and he was playing catch-up with some episodes. With his Assassination Classroom on his lap, a bag of potato chips on his side, and a can of oolong tea, it was supposed to be a quiet evening.

It was a knock at the door that changed the paradigm of Izuku's evening, if not his current state of position.

'Icchan, honey.' His happy-go-lucky mother entered the room. She was carrying a load of laundry, sporting her apron.

He sat up. 'Hey, Mom. Laundry for me?'

'Unless you are sporting skirts for me again, Icchan, then no.' She giggled as she wiggled her finger, a habit she did when reminding him of flashbacks. 'I came because there are two ladies at the door.'

'Two ladies?'

'Pretty young ladies!' The jolly, portly, green-haired mother leaned back to his door, delivering her son an alluring look. 'When were you are going to tell that you were a young Casanova?' She winked to her surprised son.

Izuku looked confused. He wasn't expecting anyone. He wasn't even sure if any of his classmates, beside the tiny few who knew of his residence.

He moved his comic book. Scratching his head feverishly, Izuku replied. 'I wasn't expecting any visitors.'

'Well, the young ladies are waiting outside for you,' she said casually. 'I have told them that it was a school night.' She raised her voice before clapping her hands. 'But since you have been a good boy. I have allowed them to talk with you for the evening.' She gave him a wink before walking away. 'Seeing my Icchan growing up. Just like his father. A young Casanova he is!'

Izuku scooted up from his bed, dropping his feet to the floor. Stretching his arms and standing up, he reached for his slippers.

He allowed his mother to lead the way. The only people he was thinking about who might see him was probably Momo and Ochako or Kyoka and Toru. Maybe Kinoko and Setsuna.

As he approached the entranceway, through the peek of the opened door, his breath literally was taken away.

No! What in the hell! How did they…. Who told…. Why would they….

Standing in mid-view were two girls, still sporting the uniforms of UA High. Arms were crossed and they were in an upright stance. A redhead and a brunette. Their mouths were closed but their eyes were telling a different tale.

Itsuka Kendou and Yui Kodai.

Shivers ran down his spine as he remained stiff in the hallway. He thanked the Lord that he could control his bladder. It gave him memories of Kindergarten with Katsuki and his teasing. He was taking slow steps back, thinking of alternatives. It was a shame that he lived on the seventh floor or else he would have snuck out the balcony.

Could his bones handle the height and speed from the seventh floor?

Izuku's mother opened the door. 'Sorry to keep you waiting, girls,' replied the humble mother. 'Izuku was a being a slowpoke as always.'

'Don't worry, Auntie. We won't be long.' Itsuka spoke first. Her hands were holding onto the sweater wrapped around her hips. 'We just needed to speak to Midoriya about our upcoming project.'

Izuku's mother clapped her hands, turning to her unknowingly nervous son. 'Project! Ah!' She gave her son a thumb's up, unknowingly realized that she was talking to demons.

'Yes, Auntie.' Yui spoke up next. 'It is very vital that Izuku participates in this project.' She bowed formally. 'With our participation, this will give us a recommendation for University.'

Pleased enough with those happily triggered words, Izuku's mother opened the door. 'Girls, why are you standing out here like strangers? Come on in!'

Izuku stood motionless. His body was tense as the wolves were now in his habitat.

'I will make some tea.' Izuku's mother turned to her son. 'Do we have any leftover teacakes?'

Izuku stared blankly, nodding in agreement.

I'm in Hell….

'He is shy when it comes to beautiful ladies,' said his mother. 'Why do you have your shoes in your hands?' She stared confusedly at her son. 'Planning to go somewhere at this hour?'

Fumbling at the mouth, the emerald-haired child answered, 'I-I-I...Sh-Sh-Katsuki...plans and...and…'

She returned her alluring yet motherly glare to the girls. 'Quite shy by the way.' She winked as she walked the few steps to her son. She took him by his hand. If it wasn't embarrassing enough for the girls to see that at his age, pulling him to them like a stubborn child seeing an annoying aunt or a unlikeable babysitter was another.

Itsuka wavered her hands as she put on the house slippers. 'No worries, Auntie! Midoriya is a shy kid.'

Yui took off her shoes as Itsuka was giving her slippers. She knelt to the ground before placing her shoes on the shelf. 'Shy boys are cute. Hopefully, being surrounded his big sisters could give him some confidence.'

Itsuka gave a thumbs up. 'Right, girlfriend! However, after this, this will probably open him out of his shyness.'

'Please do for his sake,' said his mother. 'I will go and get the refreshments.' She pecked her son on the cheek before tugging it. 'Be a good boy for the girls, okay?' She hummed a pleasant tune as she retreated to the kitchen.

Izuku cocked his head back to the devils in schoolgirl clothing. Both were met with bedeviling glares, smiling as he already knew that they had additional dirt to this blackmail. Yui's phone wasn't clicking out of taking messages.

As Itsuka pranced her way to the living room, she gave a sinister glare to him. She paused as she brushed herself against the startled teen. She let it be known that the wolf was in the rabbit's den. 'No even your home is safe with you, Deku baby!'

Yui followed suit. She paused, standing next to Izuku. She pressed her lips to his ear. 'If you value anything left of your integrity, remain calm and be cool. And we won't be hard on you. Not too hard.' Izuku's stomach churned as he felt her tongue entering the confines of his ear. 'Just tasting your fear is all, I-zu-ku!' She pressed her body toward him. She smelled of strawberries and cream. 'Have your mom let us have this meeting in your bedroom...or else!' She brushed her cheek against his. He felt the tingling sensation radiating in his groin. 'Understand?! Nod if you do.'

Izuku nodded his head, which appeases the sadistic brunette.

She tugged his cheek. 'Cutie.' She released herself from him as she swayed her hips to the join Itsuka in the living room. Meanwhile, Izuku remained motionless. He was freightened, embarrassed, timid, and peculiarly aroused.

"Hey, Mom. Would it be possible if we were to discuss our affairs in private?"

About thirty minutes later….

It didn't take any time for Yui and Itsuka to make themselves at home in his bedroom. Itsuka was lounging on his bed reading Aki Sora she pulled from his collection from the bookshelf. Yui sat in the kotatsu watching television and eating his mother's cooking.

It didn't take much for Itsuka to make herself comfortable as she spread her legs onto his bed. She took off her scrunchie and placed it beside her. Izuku could see that she was wearing white panties with an animated character from Blue Seed. He quickly averted his eyes.

Meanwhile, Yui was flipping through his channels while snacking on his mother's treats. She, too, lied against Izuku's bed as she was getting comfortable. She bleched after taking a sip of her soda. It was contrast to her usual ladylike mannerisms at school.

Izuku felt like a foreigner in his own bedroom. He stood in the corner as if he was a child on time-out.

Itsuka was humming a song from AKB47, legs crossed as she continued reading. 'Sexy novel. Love the harem! Quite sexy. If I were Sora, I would send Aki and Nami to the moon.'

'One of my personal favorites,' said Yui as she lightly dabbed her napkin. 'Especially Nami! What a bitch!'

'Last time I came by, it was covered in dry stains. And I don't recall you eating shrimp in your room.'

'If our classmates knew that this mannerable Yui is just like any closted otaku or nerd at home,' said Yui as she scratched under her arms. She then inserted her hand into her skirt. 'Jesus! Someone needs a shower.'

'Wacking it again in the restroom?'

'Twice! Seeing Momo in that tight uniform and then seeing Fumikage's hard on in PE.' She whistled into the air. 'A lady needs a stress reliever.'

'What about your 'back massager'?'

'I now hide it under the duvet without my parents noticing it. They find it child inappropriate!' She pointed at the manga in question. It was safe to say that it was the source of Yui's plight. 'They say that it gives perverted ideas.' She scoffed. 'Like it matters!'

Izuku was still in disbelief that these girls could carry on a conversation and aren't aware of their surroundings. He definitely felt like an alien in his own bedroom. Yui was taken off her blouse, showing her Kill La Kill undershirt. Itsuka was taking off her stockings and tossing it to the side on Izuku's bed.

Itsuka scoffed. 'Like it matters. They were reading this before wetting their willies to have us.' She turned to the side. 'How Auntie's cookies?'

'Actually really good,' said Yui. 'Her tea needs work though.'

'Great! Need a place to eat and hang as we...have our fun.' She spread her legs, lifting her book to see the shy Izuku. 'Why are you in the corner like that?' She patted her hands on the bed. 'Come and sit with your big sisters...or else!'

Yui made a whipping noise. It was met with a giggle from Itsuka. 'Smack! Please Izuku don't cry! Smack!'

Izuku slowly walked forward. If the Bataan Death March was present in this room, his wobbling legs would have had him killed or maimed.

Upon sitting on the bed, she pulled Izuku onto her side.

'There! Nice and cozy and within my reach.' She blew into his ear. 'You are such a cutie when you are shy like this.'

Yui nodded. 'He was such a cutie when he was teary-eyed from that spanking you gave him.'

Izuku wanted to disappear.

Yui began smiling. 'See what you did, Kendo? He is blushing pink!'

'Really?' Itsuka turned over to see Izuku. 'Are you still hurt from that little spank-spank?'

'...'

Itsuka turned red, swaying his hair and then brushing his cheek. 'C' mon, that wasn't that bad, right?' She pecked him on the cheek. 'That should a light tap from the ass-kickings Bakugo gives you.'

Itsuka continued stroking his hair. He remained still as she planted her nose onto it.

'You smell nice.' She clicked her tongue to Yui. 'Come and get a whiff of Midoriya's hair.'

Yui scooted over to the bed. Yui pressed her nose over to his hair.

'Wow, smells like oatmeal raisin,' said Yui. 'Well, we know who buys his shampoo.'

'The same one who purchases his tighty-whities,' said Itsuka.

The girls began laughing at their joke, which was to his chagrin. Izuku felt the girls continued smelling and touching his hair.

Izuku remained silence as he was literally bathed by two girls. Itsuka and Yui were one of the most cutest and popular girls of UA High. His classmates would kill to be in his position.

Pull down your pants!

I don't like doing this, Izuku. But, you did this charade and I can't let you run away with that. Despite whatever reason that warranted you to do this, it doesn't make it right. Hopefully, what I am about to give you will help you not to do it again.

Because I am a lenient person, I am going to give your five lashings. This hurts me more than anything. I hope you will learn from this, Izuku Midoriya.

In the midst of Izuku's thoughts, Yui took it as an opportunity to position herself on top of him. His eyes widened when feeling the girl on him. He could smell the strawberries and cream. He could see her purple floral bra through her t-shirt.

He could taste milk in her breath.

'Liking the free service, I-zu-ku,' she questioned him. She blew her breath onto his lips. He swallowed the lump in his throat. He hasn't been this close to a woman in...like ever.

He felt his neckhairs standing. Feeling her soft hands gliding against his arms. She pressed her breasts onto his chest, making him blush.

'You didn't answer my question. Are you liking the free service?' Their noses were touching. Their eyes were meeting. Izuku closed his eyes. He wasn't sure it was instinct or following suit.

He then felt soft hands rubbing his neck. Izuku tried not to pop a boner or hoped that his mother wouldn't come in.

CLINK!

'Finished!'

Izuku snapped open his eyes. Yui was pulling away from Izuku as she sat on the bed. Itsuka was kneeling beside him with a Cheshire cat grin. 'I hope you like your present, Deku!'

He felt something around his neck. Touching it, it felt like a necklace.

'He looks a bit shock, Kendou,' said Yui. 'Show his image on your phone.'

Itsuka followed suit as she reached for her cell phone. She clicked on images as she showed Izuku his reflection.

It was a pink diamond-studded collar.

'What is this,' asked Izuku in bewilderment.

Yui turned to Itsuka as she tried her best to contain her laughter. Itsuka covered her mouth as well. 'It's a necklace, silly!'

'A necklace? I don't think necklace looks like that,' said Izuku awkwardly.

'For us, yes! But for you, it's quite, quite different,' said Itsuka teasingly as she cracked her knuckles.

'Different,' questioned Izuku, trying to sound angry and defiant. 'Like I am some slave.'

Itsuka continued to smile. She rested her back against the kotatsu as she asked Yui to pass her Aki Sora. 'You may look at it that way if you wish to do so.' She nudged her head to Yui as if to help her complete her thought.

'Slave seems too harsh of a word. Too retro, too Reconstructionist era-esque. We would prefer to think of you as our pet,' she exclaimed, putting emphasis on the word. Izuku swallowed another lump in his throat.

'It's simple really,' explained Itsuka. 'From this point, you belong to us.'

'Belong to you,' questioned Izuku in bewilderment. 'I am not someone's property.'

'No,' retorted Yui. 'You are ours!' She clicked on her cell phone. Izuku listened when his body began trembling from what he had previously encountered from days before. Yui turned it off. 'Case in point, ours!'

Itsuka took a bite of the cookies. 'You will have the freedom to go anywhere you like and continue how things are, to keep appearances.' Her eyes gave a malevolent glare. 'When you are with us, your objectives and your responsibilities is to do what we say and attend to our needs.'

'To put it simple, my confused, cute, naive cinnamon roll,' said Yui matter-of-factly. 'You will be our living, breathing onahole. Of course, you will have your fill of us at our volition.'

Itsuka played the video of Izuku's spanking again. 'Go against us, then UA High and the internet will have a field day of this!'

'True,' interjected Yui. 'And trust me, the pain you will encounter after that will make Katsuki's ass-whoopings feel like mosquito bites!' Her lecherous eyes were onto him. 'Now to seal the deal!' Yui took hold of Izuku's collar and immediately pressed his lips against hers. It wasn't as forceful as it was possessive. Izuku felt her tongue invading his, cleaning out any remnants. She broke the kiss when Itsuka came and pressed her lips against his. Unlike Yui, her kisses were aggressive. She pulled his tongue with her teeth, forcefully entering her mouth.

The kiss was broken, leaving a trail between the two.

It was perfect timing when the door to Izuku's room was knocking. 'Girls, Icchan! It is getting late.'

The girls stood up as they were beginning to leave.

'We left a surprise in your mailbox,' said Itsuka. 'Do not open it until your mother retires to bed. Got it?'

He nodded in agreement.

'Thanks for the cookies and the project, Icchan! It was a blast!' Itsuka smiled as she was the first to leave the room.

'Don't forget what we've said,' said Yui as she, too, was heading for the door. 'Oh, yeah! That kiss was for free! Don't get too cocky, Ona-ku!'

Izuku lied on the bed in a confused state. He didn't say a word as he was left with the scent of strawberries and cream and milk on his breath.

Later that night, as he was told by the girls, he ventured to the mailbox. Inside, in a white Don Quixote grocery bag was an article of clothing and a note.

Everything you need is in this bag. Put it on and take a picture to confirm. Afterward, meet us tomorrow at the coffeehouse afterschool.

XOXO,

Mistress Yui and Mistress Itsuka

P.S.: Put it on when school ends. You can use the shed where you beg to us! Ciao!

Back to the present….

He held onto the hem of the skirt. It was a simple plaid skirt. He felt fortunate that the skirt reached near his knees when sitting down. He wouldn't know what he would have done if the girls would have put him in something more alluring.

"Excuse me, Miss! May we join you!"

To be continued….