Pretty much scattered lime to lemon throughout the chapter with her but it's an NSFW chapter, with images and such. So consider this a warning for the entire thing.

The soft chime of the bell signaled another customer. Ibara straightened her apron, readying a practiced smile. A tall figure filled the doorway, his green hair a striking contrast against the muted tones of the café. There was something about him, an aura of quiet intensity that drew her gaze.

He was younger than she imagined, yet there was a maturity in his eyes that belied his age. His green hair was unruly, but it framed his face in a way that was undeniably attractive. There was a spark in his eyes, a hidden fire that intrigued her.

As he approached the counter, his gaze swept across the room before landing on her. There was a moment of silent assessment, as if he was studying her as intently as she was studying him. It was unsettling yet exhilarating. A worn book was tucked under his arm, its cover obscured by his hand. Ibara's curiosity piqued. She'd always been drawn to mysterious men.

"Welcome to the Daily Grind, I'm Shiozaki Ibara. How can I help you today?" she asked with a slight gasp.

That was how they first met.

Izuku would be coming to visit every once in a while, simply drinking coffee and reading books. Though unlike the first time, the titles are nothing strange. They're mostly self-improvement books. Sometimes, he'll be talking with his classmates who ran into him. At times, he'll be drinking coffee with another woman, though at first, she was surprised, she quickly found her feelings isn't jealousy at all. 'Mysterious,' she thought.

Over time, she starting to think nothing will come out of their strange relationship, which disappointed her.

That is, until, she found a note left on the table. With it, a small box wrapped in elegant wrapping paper. Beside it was, to her surprise, a singular black rose. She could feel her cheeks heat up as she unwraps the gift.

Inside the box was a small, pink rotor. Surprised by this, she looked around to make sure none saw her as she hides His gift. Her Lord.

Izuku was already gone, but she knew he had left it for her.

Reading the note, it ordered her to always wear it throughout the day. She was to never take it off either going to sleep or if he allowed her to. She's also forbidden to touch herself during the entire time.

She was excited and nervous. What would this mean for their relationship?

For the next several days, she could feel it turn on at the exact moment when she would be most embarrassed. She tried to look around, but she wasn't able to catch where he is.

It was the day of the Sports Festival. She was conflicted whether to wear it or not. In the end, she participated with it on. Thankfully, it didn't affected her performance much. She thought it wouldn't turn on during the rest of the day, but it did. She couldn't keep her mind off of it as she watched the tournament being held place. She was driven to the very edge as she watches her friends compete for their place in the Sports Festival.

She looked towards Izuku's direction to see him trying to look nonchalant. A small smirk can be seen from his face. He's clearly enjoying it, playing with her like this. Meanwhile, he has at least several girls trying to get his attention.

This game of theirs continued for a few more days after, even through her internships. Until one time, near the end of her shift, her heart skipped a beat as she saw Izuku entering and walked towards his regular seat, a slightly obscured spot where most customers, if any, wouldn't be able to get a clear view of what's happening.

Looking at it while she's brewing his coffee, one might wonder why in the world someone wants to drink a strong black coffee just when the sun has already set, but she feels like it's not the only reason why he's here. Rather, if he won't bring it up after so long, she decided to bring it up instead.

Carrying to coffee to his table, she asked, "It's you, isn't it?"

With a smirk, Izuku said, "What?" And at the same time, he did something with his phone and the rotor's vibration increased in intensity. You don't even need enhanced senses to hear the soft whirring of the machine inside her.

She almost dropped the coffee, barely catching it with her vines as her hands shake. She can feel herself being more soaked than ever, and it's not helping that she's wearing a thin piece of underwear.

Izuku leaned back, crossing his legs as he rested his head on his hand, watching her intently. "You're such a good girl. I didn't think you'd go along with it for this long."

"It's because you told me to, My Lord." She tried to steady her voice, but she can't hide how aroused she is. "It really is you, isn't it, My Lord?" repeated her question.

Then a slight shift in Izuku's aura happened as he said, "Yes, Ibara. Now that I've returned, I need my Priestess back."

"You're just like my dreams. I...I didn't dare hope you were real. Or that you'd notice me."

"And yet we're here," Izuku said. "And you're carrying my vibrator, if not my collar." He then used the app on his phone to flick its settings to its maximum, giving her a strong burst of pleasure. Her eyes closed as she tries to catch her breath. But before it pushes her over the edge, he turned it off completely. A shiver, and a look of disappointment crossed her face. "And what do you say?"

"T-Thank you, My Lord."

"And?"

"May I...may I be allowed to orgasm? Please, My Lord?"

"I'll need to actually check if it's in first."

A look of surprise crossed her face as she knew he's teasing her, "It's in. My Lord, you know it's in. Please?"

He chuckled and said, "Turn around and show me."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean pull up your skirt and show me."

She froze for a moment, unsure of what to do. But a quick look around the room told her that no one was around to pay attention to them. So she nodded and bent over as she turned around, pulling her skirt up and moving her white panties to the side, revealing the soaked toy only being held up her own tightness. It was so embarrassing for her, but she can't help going along with it.

"Hmmm..." Izuku said, clearly pleased with what he saw. "And you haven't taken it out except at night?"

"No, My Lord."

"Good girl. Now stay still." He then rested his index and middle finger on the heft of the vibrator. Her entire body shivered as she felt his fingers brush her pussy lips. He then turned the vibrator to the lowest setting. "Tell me how you feel."

"Exposed! Sinful. Scared. Horny. Please, My Lord, someone could come at any moment. I need this. Will you let me cum?"

"Sure" he said, turning the vibrator on full blast as he continued massaging her pussy.

She couldn't take it anymore, the sensation was overwhelming. She screams as her eyes rolled back, her jaw went slack, and her knees buckled as her whole world go white. She fell forward, catching herself on the table just in time.

As she came down from her high, she couldn't help but notice the bulge in Izuku's pants.

"I'm pretty sure they heard that outside." As she heard that, she quickly tried to straighten herself up, only to be greeted with a light smack on her ass, showing his disapproval. He squeezes her ass cheeks and said, "I didn't say you can get up."

"But...but someone could have seen that!" she exclaimed, her eyes darting around the room.

"Do you trust me?"

She looked at him, her eyes widening with realization. "Yes, My Lord."

"Good. I'm not doing anything you don't want." He then massaged her ass, making the light pain from before fade away into nothing, replacing it with more pleasure.

She took a deep breath and nodded.

"Good girl. You can now get up."

Ibara did as she was told, pulling her skirt back down and returning to her normal self. At least as much as she can. Not just her face, her entire body's flushed red from the experience. The rotor was still in place, but it was turned off.

"My Lord...can we do this again?" She knew she's being shameless to ask. She knew it was sinful. If the older kids she grew up with in the orphanage heard her say that, they'd have smacked the back of her head.

"Sure. But I need to find another rose first."

"My Lord, there's really no need for..."

"Yes, there is. Those are our rules. And in return, you will do anything I tell you. Anything at all, isn't that right?"

She swallowed, knowing what he meant. It would really mean being at His mercy. It was a risk, but the rewards would be worth it. "Yes, My Lord. Anything."

"Good. Then I'll be back tomorrow."

With that, he got up and left, leaving her partly aroused and partly confused. She had never felt so conflicted before. She was a devout woman, but the way he made her feel was something she couldn't deny. It was intoxicating, addictive, and she wanted more.

The next day, she was on edge. She didn't know what to expect, but she knew she couldn't resist him. She wore the rotor, just as he commanded, and she was rewarded with a smile as he entered the café.

He sat in his usual spot, his green eyes dark with desire as he watched her. She couldn't help a small giggle from escaping from her lips. She could feel herself growing wet as she served him his coffee.

As she bent over to give him his cup, she could feel his fingers brush against her thigh, sending shivers down her spine. She knew he was teasing her, and she loved it.

As she served other customers, she could feel his gaze on her. She knew he was watching her, and it made her heart race. As she's serving her classmate, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, he suddenly turned on the rotor.

She almost dropped the coffee pot, but she caught herself as the vibrator inside of her starts to buzz. She's not looking in Izuku's direction, but she can practically feel his smile.

"Oh, hey! Midori-bro!" A redheaded hero-in-training that was with her classmate greeted Izuku. Ibara watched as Izuku had fun chatting with his friend, introducing him to the Steel-quirked student, and talk about quirks and martial arts. Meanwhile, Izuku's been constantly adjusting the strength to give her the maximum pleasure and internal embarrassment while keeping climax just out of her reach.

It was pure torture.

Hours felt like eternity as he kept her on the edge, forcing her to keep her composure as she served customers. She'd never felt this aroused in her life. She knew she shouldn't be enjoying this, but she couldn't help it. It was like her body was betraying her. She felt like his lightest touch could make her go into a world-shattering orgasm.

Eventually, the only customer left was Izuku, as he silently reads a famous book called The Art of War. She couldn't bear with it any more. "Please, My Lord." Her voice was a whisper, but he could hear her.

With a smirk, he stood up and walked towards her, his eyes dark with desire. "You've been a good girl, haven't you?"

She nodded, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Well then, I guess you deserve a reward," he whispered, his voice husky with lust.

She thought he'll suddenly turn up the rotor but he didn't. Instead, he told her, "Show me."

Just like before, her heart started racing as she slowly lifted her skirt and moved her soaked panties aside. It's practically transparent from it as it reveals her dripping pussy with the rotor there.

"Hand over your panties," he said as he produced a black rose, as if it's some kind of equivalent exchange.

She almost protested, but remembered what he said. She will trust him.

Sensing the slight hesitation, he chuckled. "Don't worry. No one can see you. It's only us."

She blushed, her cheeks heating up with embarrassment. Slowly, she slid off her panties, revealing her naked dripping pussy. She could feel his eyes that's burning with desire on her, and it sent shivers down her spine.

Suddenly, the rotor turned on, its intensity increasing with each passing moment. She moaned, unable to control herself as her body writhed in pleasure. She knew she was close, and she couldn't stop it.

Saying her juices exploded would be an understatement, her juices splashed onto the floor as she came. She could feel her body shaking as she lost control, orgasms after orgasms tearing through her body.

As she recovered, she looked up at him, her eyes shining with lust. "Thank you, My Lord."

Izuku's lips curved into a slow, enigmatic smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. A mischievous glint danced in his gaze. "Oh, we're not done yet. Get on your knees."

She gasped, her heart racing as she did what he said. She knelt in front of him, her eyes level with his waist. She never looked at it before as she's thought it's sinful, but even just looking at his bulge through his pants was enough to make her mouth water.

He unzipped his pants, revealing his throbbing cock. He was already unbelievably hard, his shaft pulsing with need. "Suck it."

She moaned, unable to resist the command. She opened her mouth, taking his cock inside. She could feel it filling her mouth, the tip pressing down her throat. She could taste his precum on her tongue as she began to bob her head up and down, sucking his cock.

He groaned, his hands gripping her hair as he began to thrust in and out of her mouth. She could feel his hips rocking back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She could feel his cock twitching in her throat.

His balls slapping against her chin as her eyes is watering and she struggled to breathe. She was helpless, and she (not so) secretly loved it. She loved the feeling of being dominated.

As he continued to fuck her face, she could feel his cock growing harder as he grew close. She knew he was about to cum, and she couldn't wait to taste his seed.

But it is not what he planned. As he quickly pulled out of her mouth and gave her a facial, she moaned, savoring the feeling as his cum paints her face. The ones that landed on her lips, she licked her lips and swallowed them after savoring the salty flavor.

As he looked at her, she was left panting, her body shaking with desire. She wanted more.

"Good girl," he whispered, stroking her cheek with his thumb. Then a smirk appeared on his face. "That's all for today!" he announced.

She was surprised. She thought he'll take her first time here. "But why? I want more," she said, her voice trembling. She couldn't believe what she just said.

"Next time," he said with a slap on her ass echoing throughout the empty store as she let out a yelp. He thought for a bit and said, "Hey, what's your room number at the dorms? I want to send you something."

"Uhm... 213." She couldn't believe this is happening.

Without saying anything else, he left, leaving her with a vibrating rotor inside of her as she realized all too late that she's now going commando on top of that. She felt a wave of shame wash over her as she realized what she just did. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, it's against all the teachings she learned growing up. 'These activities are things that's shameful even for a married couple, and I'm doing these when we're not even dating!' She thought.

She cleaned up the café, her mind racing. What would happen when she got back to her room? She knew she wanted more, but she wasn't sure if she could handle it.

As she got back to her room, she saw a small package waiting for her with a black rose on top. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw it. She knew it was from him.

As she opened it, she gasped. Inside was a small toy, one that looked like it was designed to attach to her clit. Inside the package is a note with an email address saying, 'Send pictures to you masturbating every day with these on this email. But you're forbidden to cum.'

She blushed, unable to believe what he was asking her to do. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she couldn't resist. After locking the door, and stripping off all her clothing, thinking he'll appreciate it more rather than her doing it clothed, she moved to the bed. She attached the toy to herself, feeling it buzz to life as she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her.

As she started to masturbate, she started sending him pictures of her toy-covered pussy and her wetness dripping down her thighs. Each one of them varied, from plain ones to inserting a finger or two. She could feel her orgasm building as its suction continues to send her closer and closer to heaven. But she couldn't come. She couldn't disobey him.

As she sent him the last picture, one where she spread her pussy and give Izuku a look of her insides, she collapsed onto her bed, her body trembling with need. She wanted to cum, but she couldn't.

With her body practically on fire, she forced herself to sleep.

She couldn't sleep well, at all. It's been a few days since that night and he hasn't gone back to the cafe. After the last time, she can hardly control herself from barging into class 1-A's room or dorms and jump onto Izuku's cock, consequences be damned. But she's better than that. And while it's torture being told not to touch herself, she couldn't deny how great she felt when he finally let her come.

As she's shuffling her keys, trying to open up the cafe, she was surprised by a bright light coming from the edge of the city. Then she saw a mushroom cloud envelop the sky only for it to be turned into solid ice the next moment.

She didn't know how she knew, but she felt a connection calling out to her from the blast zone. A familiar presence. In one swift movement, she fell on her knees and clasped her hands, akin to a devout worshiper towards her deity. Any frustration she may have was washed away like nothing. Only two words came out of her mouth, "My Lord."

A few days later, Izuku walked into the cafe, near its closing time. He's trying to take a break from all the training he's been having, trying to master X.

"You'll need to pace yourself. Even if you can't tire, your mind can only keep up with so much," X said.

"I know, X. That's why I'm trying to relax right now."

"Trying to get some of those oxytocin and dopamine right now?" the sword teased.

"Shut up, X," Izuku said with a roll of his eyes.

Izuku entered the café, which was near closing time, but he wasn't there for coffee. He was there for her.

What he saw almost made his eyes shoot out of its sockets. She was dressed in a nun's outfit, but it was nothing like you'd expect from a real nun. The black dress clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination, with a neckline that plunged daringly low, showcasing more than a hint of cleavage. The small cross at her chest seemed almost ironic, considering how her outfit screamed anything but modesty. Her legs were on full display, thanks to the dress being cut scandalously high, and the white stockings she wore only drew more attention to her smooth, creamy skin. The whole ensemble was a wild mix of holy and hot, making it impossible to look away.

"Welcome to Your temple, My Lord," she greeted, her eyes shining with lust. With it, a devotion way more than she displayed before.

"What in gods name are you wearing, Ibara?"

Interpreting it as him wanting to see the outfit on her, she did a spin. "I'm wearing it in My Lord's name, My Lord. The scales have fallen from my eyes. I finally understood who You truly are. How you were foretold a long time ago."

"Where did you find out about the prophecy?"

"I once thought I knew the Truth, but I have strayed from the path. I let myself and those around me to be seduced into a life of the wrong teachings. But You saved me, My Lord. When You baptized me with Your Holy Seed, I was born anew."

"What on Earth are you talking about?"

"After Your baptism, I felt conflicted. I...I didn't know what I really wanted. Needed. So, I went back to my old neighborhood. My feet walked through old streets, and I found myself standing before the orphanage I grew up in."

"Wait! You're an orphan?" He didn't know this about her. Or did he? At times, his own memories feels like it's mixed with someone else. But he knew her story was important.

She smiled. "Yes. I grew up in that orphanage. I have spent my younger years over there, surrounded by a loving family, despite nobody being related in blood, ours was bond stronger than most families." Her expression then turned sad as she continues, "But then, especially after seeing Your work, I have now realized how lost they were. It is my duty to have everyone in the world see the errors of their ways! 'For the Son of man shall come in the glory of his Father with his angels; and then He shall reward every man according to his works.' I shall continue spreading the good news!" she declared enthusiastically.

"Dressed like that?" He pointed at her outfit.

Ibara took a look at her outfit. "Oh no, My Lord. This I only wear for You. For I shall come before You like the virgin before her betrothed."

"I'm not your betrothed, Ibara," he corrected. "We're not getting married."

In from one ear and out to the other, she said, "I am here to serve You, My Lord. In any way You might require."

Izuku let out a sigh before saying, "Just get me a coffee, would you Ibara? My regular. I'll be over by my table." He feels like he's gonna get a headache from all of this.

"Of course, My Lord. For You were thirsty and I gave You something to drink."

"Coffee, Ibara. Not water or wine. Definitely not vinegar. And you're getting it wrong. I'm not the Son of Man. I'm even pretty certain I'm not a son of a human, at least as far as my father's concerned," he says as he massages his temple.

"Of course not, My Lord. For You have sat at the right side of Your Father's throne, to return us in the end days."

"Wrong Father, wrong Pantheon. Hopefully very wrong prophecy too. I could do without any rivers of blood and boiling oceans." He looked at her straight in the eye and continued to correct her, "I'm not the Second Coming. Well, not of Christ, at least. Now, get me some coffee and stop spreading rumors that will paint an even larger target on my back."

She tilted her head to the side and asked, "Who would wish to target you, My Lord? You are The One Foretold."

"Not that One. Anyway, the list's longer than you might imagine. Including the people who set this whole destiny up, if I screw up. Now, less evangelism and more coffee, please."

She didn't know what he's talking about but simply nodded her head. "Yes, My Lord."

After a few moments, she came to serve the coffee. "I will be over at the counter, in case you have need for me, My Lord."

After giving her a once-over, Izuku said, "Actually, your little slutty nun outfit has already given me a...need. Come here, would you?"

"Yes, My Lord. Thank you, for letting me serve You." While trying to hide her eagerness, she walked closer and had Izuku pull down her dress, revealing her deceptively large breasts. He noted the little mole under her left breasts, which he found to be sexy.

"You're welcome, Ibara. I must say, that was a very nice cosplay costume," he said as he tracces his fingers around her breasts until it stopped on the mole. "Cute mole."

"Thank you, My Lord." Her face is red and said, "For the costume, I saw it as I was shopping with the girls in my class. It reminded me of something I wore in my dreams of You, My Lord."

As she started to get on her knees, ready to use her mouth for him, Izuku held her up. "Not today. Hands behind your head, and bend over for me, would you?"

She did as she was told. She could feel her pussy dripping with need, her body aching to be touched.

"Good girl," he said, his hands roaming the rest of her body. He turned her around and pulled up her dress from behind. Her pussy and ass only half a foot away from her face as he continues to tease her, making her moan in pleasure. He spread her ass as his fingers teasing her tight hole as well as her pussy. "Very nice. You're quite soaked, aren't you?"

Overcome by the sudden embarrassment, she tried to stand straight but was rebuffed by Izuku's smack on her right ass. "We've been through this. I didn't say you could get up. Now, bend over again," he commanded with a stern voice before continuing. "You've been thinking about this. Dreaming about this. Am I not right?" He said as his other hand enjoys the feeling of her soft thighs.

The words excited her as she knew it's finally happening, but the situation still embarrassed her so when she didn't answer right away, she felt him smack her other ass this time. "Answer me, Shiozaki Ibara."

"Yes, My Lord! I've been dreaming of this. Every night, when I close my eyes, I put on these clothes and hope you will come into my room and take me."

"And what do you want me to do?"

"I...I want You inside me, My Lord. I want to feel Your Holy Spirit enter me, and fill me up. To touch my deepest places. Please, My Lord. I need you so badly."

He smirked, his cock throbbing with need. He couldn't help but admire how she looked, her pussy dripping with desire as she bent over for him.

"You've been a good girl, haven't you, you sexy little nun? You've been waiting for me to come into this café and take you." He again teased her asshole, his fingers rubbing her tight hole as she gasped in pleasure. "Go lean against the wall for me. Now."

"Yes, My Lord. Thank you, My Lord." She did as she was told, her hands pressed against the wall as she waited for him.

He pulled out his cock as his fingers began teasing her clit as he rubbed himself against her wetness, teasing her some more. He could feel her warmth as body shiver with need.

With how wet she's become, he entered her easily, despite her being a virgin just a few seconds ago. Not giving her a moment to rest, he slammed deeply into her as she's driven towards the wall with a moan.

She could feel his cock inside her, his thickness stretching her pussy as he began to thrust in and out before making her suck his fingers covered with her juices. He fucked her slowly at first. She could intimately feel his cock shaping her insides as he slide in and out of her.

She couldn't believe how good it felt. "Oh Thank You, My Lord." She moaned as he continued to fuck her, each thrust becoming progressively faster, rougher as her body pressed against the wall and continued to be pounded her from behind.

His right hand gripped her soft breast, squeezing it roughly and pinching her nipples in-between the fingers from time to time as the other bounces rhythmically with his movements as she moaned in pleasure. She could also feel his fingers teasing her asshole, bringing a different kind of pleasure running through her body.

Her nipples hardened as she then felt both his hands roaming each part of her body.

As for him, he felt like he was in heaven. Her tight warm pussy gripped his cock as he continued to thrust in and out and his fingers rubbed her clit.

Her body was on fire. So much so she couldn't help but scream in pleasure. Her volume even putting other girls Izuku fucked before to shame. She would look to this day and be unsure to thank her Lord that nobody's around to hear her or be proud of how much she's feeling him but that's a story for another time.

As she felt his cock tremble inside of her, she realized he's about to come. "Inside, My Lord! Fill me up with Your Holy Juice!"

Though Izuku had other plans and pulled out. The act made her go over the edge, her orgasm tearing through her body as she screamed in ecstasy. He started to jerk off while pointing it at her ass. It was painted with his white fluids after a few moments.

She could feel the warm fluid on her skin, his thick seed painting her ass and thighs as she lay there panting.

As she looked back at him, her eyes shining with lust, she asked, "Will You ever return, My Lord?"

"First, I want you to stop spreading this rumors about me, and at least go back the way you were. Nothing will happen between us until you do you."

"But-"

"No buts. Though yours is a nice one. Here's a black rose. Remember your promise."

"Yes, My Lord. Anything you want."

"Good girl," he said as he gave her a deep kiss, ravaging the inside of her mouth, which surprised the vine user.

Encouraged by this, after he let her go, she said, "I will keep Your secret, until the day You are announced to the world. Until the heavens open up, and the seals are shattered. Until You gather Your mighty host at the plains of Armageddon. So I swear."

"Not quite what I had in mind, but it will have to do. Good night, Ibara," he said after drinking his now-room temperature coffee at once and fixing his pants.

"Good night, My Lord."

On the way out, Izuku realized that Ibara left the door unlocked. "That's some crazy-ass barista. I hope I managed to convinced her not to spread around that I'm the Son of God. It might be technically true, but it's the wrong god."

Hi! Hope you liked it! Ibara will be crucial in establishing his religion in the future but for now, No Mantle = No Religion. I just need Ibara to be waiting here somewhere, ready to start gathering followers the second she feels him get his Mantle. And it's important since his Mantle is different from the others. Also, just a side note: Judeo-Christian religion characters don't really exist in this verse, Ibara's just channeling her inner Christian.

As always, let me know if you have questions or feedback.

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