Izuku woke up from his slumber, with Ochaco by his side, watching him. "Good morning, dearest. Did you sleep well?" she asked with a sweet voice.

"Perfectly."

The sheets rustled as Ochaco got up slowly. "I believe it is time for us to get up."

"Why?" he groaned.

"Because we have a Kingdom to run? Meetings to attend to, decrees to sign..."

"Actually, I believe the two of us are due at least one slow morning of waking up together. Nothing's on fire and no undead monsters around. If they need us, they can disturb us. But for one morning, the two of us deserve to have each other."

"My Love, we have got a 9am meeting with the staff regarding the new porcelain service..." she reminded, but Izuku grabbed her arm and tossed her into the bed and jumped in after. "Kyaa!" she squealed in surprise. "What are you doing, terrible man?"

"The porcelain can wait." He pulled the covers up above their heads. Wet lips found each other as their bodies entwined, his big arms not giving her a way to slip by. The world outside the sheets faded away. "The world can wait. Nothing else matters, only us."

He shut his eyes with the love of his life in his arms. His dreams took him away.

Hours later, as the shadows cast by the morning sun slowly shrank and shifted, Ochaco jumped in panic, which woke Izuku up.

"Look what you have done, silly man. You have completely undone my schedule for the day," she pouted, but her eyes held a loving gaze. "The staff will be beside themselves."

"Any regrets?"

"None, My Love. It was nice to finally have a chance to...nuzzle...in bed. But now I really do need to go."

"Okay," his grip loosened, letting her go.

Giggling, she got up to dress. "Stop pouting, My Heart. Why not go to your Chosen? Eri should be with them as well."

"Any idea where to start looking?" he got up from the bed and hugged her from behind, his hands lovingly held her hips.

"Did Mina not mention a pub? They probably have gone there."

"Possibly."

She moaned as Izuku kissed her neck, the heat from her core rising. "Dearest, I must really, really, get dressed. The maids will come in here soon enough, and we will never hear the end of their gossip."

"Can't have that," he agreed, though his actions did not. "They'll start thinking you married a savage."

"I am fairly certain everyone assumes I have."

"Fair."

"Dearest," she gasped, her body leaning towards him, his erection pressing on her lower back. "We can have more fun tonight, but I have responsibilities."

"If you really insist."

"I do," she turned around and wrapped her hands around his neck. "I will deal with the porcelain and let you deal with your Chosen." She activated her Quirk, floating herself up to his height and giving him a kiss. "Off you go."

"Enjoy."

Her laughter echoed in the room. "I doubt it, My Love. But at least I know you are a few minutes away. I will have you give me a hug if they ever stress me enough." She put on a purple dress, similar to what she wore during the I-Island party, but with more refined and expensive fabric.

He watched as she walked away, admiring her rear, as her familiar smile turned into the determined stoic expression he saw in the Throne room from yesterday.

Grabbing his shirt and pants, he dressed up to explore Camelot today. The halls were filled with various people running around to do their duties. Though when they noticed Izuku, they all froze like frogs being stared down by a viper.

That thought made him remember Tsuyu, and how she was now the only girl attending class in 1-A. He'd hoped that the others explained things to their classmates, as today was Monday, and the students were getting back from their work studies.

'Hopefully, nobody's panicking right now, wondering where everyone went,' he wondered, forgetting the timezone difference as it was now dinnertime in Japan.

Even though Camelot had its own cosmology, including the sun shining over him and the uncountable quantity of other stars in the night sky he ignored last night, its timezone followed much closer to England's than Japan's.

Shiny hardwood floor turned to cobblestone steps as he stepped out of the Keep, onto the bridge. Sunlight casts long shadows, creating a tapestry of light and darkness across the ancient pathway across the bridge. He looked to his right and found an obvious pub with a sign saying, 'The King's Dragon.'

Izuku opened the door, hearing a bell ring. It looked like a typical rustic, dimly lit tavern with a large central fireplace, circular windows, and wrought-iron chandeliers and wall sconces providing additional lighting sources. Except for the head of a Dragon displayed above its bar like a trophy. It cast an imposing silhouette against the far wall, its eyes seeming to follow his movements.

The place was barren, considering it was just past noon. Only Eri, eating pancakes with a carbonated drink, could be seen, her feet kicking in the air. As if sensing his presence, she turned her head and ran to hug him, "Papa!"

"Hey, Snowball!" he carried her on his arms. "Sorry Mama and I weren't there for you yesterday."

Eri shook her head, "It's okay, Papa. Mina-nee said you're spoiling Mama."

"Did she, now?" Izuku looked at the approaching pinkette.

"Welcome, Daddy, to The King's Dragon," his Chosen greeted. "We're gonna make this the best pub in Camelot!"

"'The King's Dragon'? Really, Mina? Do you remember what happened to the previous King when he ran into a Dragon? Or the current one, for that matter?"

Mina looked a little remorseful as she awkwardly laughed, "Yeah...I'm sorry, Daddy. But he won't let me change it."

"Who's 'he'?" Possessiveness flared up within Izuku as his aura shook the establishment, the steel bottles hanging as a decoration rattled, the glasses vibrated, and the tables and chairs shook.

"No need to be so fierce, Daddy; you know nobody will ever get between you and your Chosen. I was talking about the Dragon."

"The what?" he looked confused.

"You know. The Dragon," Mina repeated, pointing to the Dragon's head hanging as a decoration. "Like, up the wall? Say hi."

His eyes narrowed as he looked at his Chosen. "Mina, if it turns out the rest of the dragon is still alive and in the other room, I will be upset with you."

"Of course not, Daddy. It's been dead for hundreds of years."

"And it's still refusing you to rename the pub?"

"Yes," she answered, her expression as if he asked something obvious.

"Chosen, in my experience, if the enemy is still talking at the end of the conversation, you didn't do a good job of killing it."

"Like, with Sarah, you mean?" Mina inadvertently muttered aloud, causing Izuku to pause and glare at her. "Don't look at me like that, Daddy," she nervously defended herself. "We'll get her next time. And we'll be sure she stays dead. She threatened Ochaco, and my Sisters...nobody gets away with that."

"And the Dragon, Chosen?"

"Oh. Right. Well, it's simple, really; the Soul of the Dragon is too big to just fade away. So it stuck around, even after Ochaco's grandfather decapitated it."

"And so someone hung it up the walls of a pub?" He questioned that person's sanity, whoever they were.

"'Waste not, want not.' That's what my grandma always used to say. Of course, that was after she retired from Ceremonial Magic, so she had to be quite careful with how she used her remaining magic."

"Okay, so it just randomly talks to people? Isn't that bad for business? Having a dead Dragon say, 'Hey, buddy...I think you've had enough drinks' must impact return visitors."

"Not to most people, no. They all think it's some magic trick when it moves. But he sometimes speaks to The Voices and they sometimes echo it back. It's kinda fun, actually."

"Of course it's The Voices. And I guess having a Chosen live in a pub with Dragon's head talking to the voices in her head is normal in Camelot."

"I wouldn't know, Daddy. He's the only undead Dragon I've seen. So far. But he says he likes the place, and I like having him around. You wouldn't take that away from me, would you, Daddy?" she looked at him as if she was asking to take a stray cat home.

"Love you too, Mina," he rolled his eyes. "So we're stuck with the Dragon, I guess. What's his name?"

"Name?" she looked at him, confused. "I don't think he has one. Or at least, I don't think humans can pronounce Dragon names, if they had one."

He shrugged. "I'll just call it 'Dragon,' then. It's not going to flame me, right? That's something I'd rather not repeat for a while."

Even though he was confident he could now withstand Dragon Flames, he would still rather avoid it unless necessary.

"I don't think he has much energy left," she began to take Eri's empty plates to the sink. "But he did say he'd defend the pub, as long as we respected him."

"One way to employ a bouncer, I guess."

"So I can keep him, Daddy? Pleaaaaaaase say yes."

"He's not just some puppy you found on the street, Mina. But yes. As if I'd try to stop something both you and The Voices agree on," he sighed.

"Yay!"

Eri clung to Izuku's arm, her wide eyes fixed on the Dragon head. "Papa, is it...alive?"

"Not really," Izuku reassured her. "Just...stubborn."

"Like Mina-nee," Eri giggled, breaking the tension.

"Right, like Mina-nee," he smiled at the girl's innocence as he turned back to his Chosen. "You mentioned 'we'? Who's 'we'?"

The familiar orange hair in side ponytail approached them. "Mina and me, Master...for starters."

"Itsuka? Really?"

"Well, it kinda made sense when Mina explained it. And it lets us be really close to you, without living on top of you and the Princess. Queen, I guess I should say."

"I'm sure Ochaco wouldn't mind. There should be some guest rooms up there."

"Easy enough for you to say, Master. But it's not easy for us or Ochaco. 'She didn't grow up expecting to share her husband with a harem. A girl like that deserves to have a place where she can have her man for herself,' according to Mina, at least."

Eyes focused on the Chosen Sorceress. "Mina, you know Ochaco's fine with you girls, right?"

"She is, mostly. But she's just married, and is busy starting her new life with her husband. We're just giving her some space," she smiled innocently before becoming mischievous. "Easier to crawl into your bed later that way."

"Sneaky girl," he chuckled.

"Oh, yes, Daddy. Anyway, it's cozy here. And it's, like, a nice place for the Chosen to hang out while you and Ochaco do Royal things. Think of it as your second household."

"So you and Itsuka?"

"Yaomomo and Kitsune will move in, too, eventually. The other girls, too, if they want. We're just...you know...tidying up the place, getting the rooms fixed, removing the shackles from the basement. That kinda thing."

"Shackles?"

"Oh, don't worry about it, Daddy. It's all in the past."

"I...see."

"Anyways, how can we serve you in our pub, Daddy?"

"And that's another thing. 'Our pub'? I thought you were a part-timer here."

"Yes? Well, originally. But we decided we might as well acquire it."

"Noticed you didn't say you 'bought' the place," he pointed out. Months of living with a Sorceress and having one as a Chosen, it was impossible not to see the patterns. "How did you 'acquire' the pub, Chosen?"

"Like, we entered this pub yesterday and nobody was around so we looked everywhere for the owner. Found a locked basement and found him there. You wouldn't guess what he was doing there."

"A live sheep or a dead boy?"

"Good guess, actually. The boy was mostly unharmed, so Itsuka broke the shackles and let him go. I told the old owner I'd let him go as long as he signed the pub away to me."

"And did you? Let him go, I mean?"

"Of course I did, Daddy. I always keep my promises, you know."

Izuku facepalmed and look at Itsuka. "Where did you bury the body?"

"Somewhere nobody would find out, Master." Itsuka answered, the memories of what she saw came back to her and her smile turned into a fierce frown. "That was one genuinely sick f..." she was about to swear but realized Eri was listening. "...man. I wouldn't let him go and let him do the same thing to other unfortunate people somewhere else."

"You're not mad at us, are you, Daddy?" Mina hugged him. "He really did deserve it. And I'm pretty sure we're supposed to be here."

"No, Mina, I'm not mad," he sighed, looking at the ceiling. "Actually, I don't think I can stay mad at either of you. Let's just hope no relatives come looking for him."

Mina smiled as she nestled her face against his arms. "I'm sure everything will be okay, Daddy."

"I should probably be getting back to the Castle with Eri. I'll see you girls later," he held out his hand and his daughter took it.

"Anytime, Daddy. For anything," Mina waved them goodbye.

"Where are we going, Papa?" the white-haired girl skipped over the cobblestone.

"Back to the castle, Little Snowball. Let's see if we could have your own room."

Eri looked at him uneasily with a slight tremor in her voice, "I can't sleep with Papa and Mama anymore?"

"Of course you still can, Eri. It's just that you'll have your own now, and you can fill it with your toys and stuff. Just tell Papa and Mama if you wanna sleep together, okay?"

"You won't leave me?" Eri feared the possibility.

For her, the issue ran deeper than just not sleeping together with her parents. In fact, she didn't last night and many times before. But even those times, it was always with or very nearby one of her nee-sans. It was far easier for her to believe that Izuku wouldn't leave them than her.

It was why when they weren't around for extended periods of time, like before the Training Camp, she immediately assumed the worst.

Strangely enough, she felt like he'd come to her rescue if she ever needed him to. A contradictory feeling, but there all the same.

"No. Why would we? You're our daughter. Nobody's leaving you. No matter what."

Tiny hands clutched his shirt, not wanting to let go. But she nodded.

He kissed her forehead, "Why don't you sleep with Papa and Mama tonight?" He felt it should be fine, at least for the time being. The girl agreed, burying her face on his shoulder.

Stopping near a maid being scolded by a staff wielding a spatula, Izuku asked for a room near the Royal Bedchambers. Since she had been absent the previous day, the maid didn't recognize the pair in their regular clothes and mistook Izuku for some unknown Baron. Desperate to escape the Sous-chef's verbal lashing, she quickly offered to guide them to someone who could approve room assignments. Izuku agreed and followed the girl from behind.

The maid led him to a man, in his mid-to-late 30s wearing a black suit over white shirt and patterned tie while carrying a thick book. The man had a receding hair line, but styled to look appropriate. He looked at Izuku and bowed, "Ah. Your Highness. Let me be so forward as to welcome you to Camelot."

The words left the maid stiff as a gargoyle.

Izuku looked at the man and felt something...wrong, about him. But not knowing what, he decided to return the politeness. "Thanks, I'm sure. And you are?"

"I'm Henry Archer, Sire. The Chamberlain."

"Ah yes. Ochaco mentioned you before. Told me you were the magician behind making the castle work."

Henry's brow twitched so subtly, most would miss it, but for Izuku it was obvious. "It is hardly magic, Sire. Merely attention to detail; a focus on what is truly important."

"I guess. She told me you could help assign a room to our daughter?" he gestured to the frozen maid while Eri avoided eye contact with Henry.

"Ah. Yes, the princess. I heard about it from Her Majesty," he said with a barely hidden disdain in his voice.

"You got a problem?" Izuku growled, his voice echoing throughout the hallway.

"Not at all, Your Highness," he shook his head, putting up his polite façade.

"Then let's go," he glared at the man.

"If you would follow me," Henry offered, gesturing with an open palm. "This way, if you please."

Henry led the duo through the corridors. Eri buried her face, clutching her father's shoulder. She felt uneasy about Henry. She didn't know why, but he reminded her of him.

"Don't worry, Eri. Everything will be alright," Izuku assured the girl, patting her back.

She nodded and continued following the man, who brought them to the third floor.

"This floor is for the more esteemed guests. Here you will find the King's and Queen's chambers, a study, the library, and a parlor. We also have the chambers for the rest of the Royal Family."

Henry opened the door, revealing a room decorated like a little girl's dreams; plush toys and dolls, a large canopy bed, and a small study area.

"Will this suffice, princess?"

Eri's eyes widened as she stepped inside, taking in the room. It was everything she had hoped for, and more. "Thank you," she whispered, her mouth hanging open.

"Usually, the children of the royal family moved rooms with more appropriate decor as they age. But should one wish for it, we could redecorate the room from the ground up in minutes. Is this acceptable, Your Highness?" Henry bowed, a slight sneer on his lips.

"I guess," he snorted. He didn't like his attitude, but as Ochaco described him, he was competent. "I'll be seeing you around, Henry," he dismissed the Chamberlain, hoping he would go away.

"One hopes not, Sire. A servant that is seen is largely failing his or her duty. Our lot is to ensure perfection is achieved without our Better ever noticing us."

"Well, you were noticed, this time around," Izuku couldn't help but retort.

"It shall not happen again, Sire," Henry promised.

"See that it doesn't," he walked to the bed, and letting Eri down to explore her new room.

"There you are, dearest," Ochaco came from behind, peeking inside the room. "I see you have found a room for our Princess," she looked around the room. "And, oh, Sir Henry. What a pleasant surprise. I do hope our sudden arrival has not overturned the staff's work too much."

"Of course not, Your Majesty. We are Yours to command. And with that, Your Majesty. Sire. princess. I really must be getting back to my rounds," he rotated the balls of his heels before walking back.

Izuku's jaws clenched as his eyes narrowed watching the man recede out of view. Even disregarding the man's unusual double-faced personality, he couldn't help but feel like wanting to make the man ten-inch shorter before he could become trouble.

"I recognize that look, My Heart," Ochaco sat on the bed with Eri, who was too focused on the unicorn plushie almost twice the little girl's size, to listen in. "Something about Sir Henry bothering you?"

"He's a shifty little fuck. If he was a snake, I'd run him over twice, just to be sure."

"He is central to the Castle, dearest. If he truly offends you, we shall replace him...but I fear any replacement would frustrate you just as much."

"Because?"

"Because keeping a Castle humming requires an extreme case of monomania with a passion for office-politics. I fear I will never find someone like that who does not also set the teeth grinding on every Evoker in a ten-mile radius."

"He better fix his attitude towards Eri, or even that wouldn't save him."

"What happened, My Love?" she asked, worried.

Izuku told her Henry's passive-aggressive attitude and his disdain towards the two of them. Ochaco had a thoughtful expression, but he could tell what she heard pissed her off. "I will have to have a word with him about this. It was one thing if it was either of us, but I would have him correct his attitude towards our daughter."

"You need me with you there?"

Ochaco raised her hand and shook her head. "I would still rather have him alive and productive than a smear on the pavement, Izuku. Do not worry, Matthew will be there with me."

Surprised, he asked, "He's here?"

"Yes, it was one of the reasons why I came here. He is waiting for you in the Round Table room."

"One of? What about the rest?"

Rather than answering him, she embraced him. As if warding off her frustration with his presence.

"They pissed you off already?"

She shook her head, buried on his chest. "Not as much as before, thankfully. But just enough to still cause a headache. And, unlike before, the fact you are here means I do not have to bottle anything up."

"Then hug all you want. I'll be there when you need me, Ochaco. No matter what."

Seeing her parents, Eri joined in the embrace, causing the royal couple to chuckle. After a while, Ochaco let go. She hadn't had enough yet, but she did have a busy schedule to meet.

"Don't worry about Henry, Ochaco. I'll just have to deal with it. For now."

"Thank you, dearest. I know a lot of this is new to the both of you. In time, it will feel as familiar as Japan. And having you here with me is certainly lightening up my heart. Do you need directions to the Round Table room?" she paused for a moment before remembering his Chosen's story about him. "No, what was I saying? It was just across the hallway, to the right from here. You will see a sign of a large circle surrounded by twelve more smaller rings. The door is rather ornate so it is hard to miss."

"I'm not that bad with directions," Izuku defended, realizing why she thought that. "But yes. Thanks, Love."

"Goodbye, My Love," Ochaco kissed his cheek and Eri's forehead, before going the other direction.

Izuku stayed with Eri for a few more minutes before he stood up, catching the girl off-guard. He patted her head and reassured her that he would be around, just meeting people, which calmed down the princess.

He followed Ochaco's instruction to the Round Table room, looking for the symbol she described, barely missing the room. He opened it and found a room decorated by various coat of arms of the previous legendary members, a titular table with twelve silver swords lain on its surface, under the lit, low-hanging chandelier.

"Welcome, Sire," Matthew greeted him.

"Hi, Matthew. Welcome back."

"It is strange to be here," the Swordmaster looked around. "I thought I had left this part of my life behind, forever."

"Ochaco has drawn us all into her orbit."

The Fae chuckled, "Perhaps. Though I suspect you may be the center of that system, Your Highness."

"Just call me Izuku, Matthew. You knew me before this became a thing."

"I would prefer doing this properly, Sire. For both your sake and for Her Highness'. You are no longer the bouncer of a pub in Japan, nor a hero-in-training; a King stands above, and apart, from his people."

"I didn't start shitting gold bars, Matthew," Izuku stood near one of the chairs. "I was always the same man I was."

"And with your friends, you can remain the person you always were," Matthew pointed out, assuming the role of the mentor, "But a King plays a role. You are needlessly complicating Her Highness' job by pretending nothing has changed."

"This is such a hassle," the Evoker rolled his eyes. He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable with being put into the position.

Matthew felt it was weird. He looked up Izuku shortly after their first meeting, and knew of his reputation in the mundane realm. Being hailed as the upcoming 'Symbol of Peace,' there was no indication he didn't embrace the title. Yet here he was, acting like the prospect of being a King was something to shy away from.

"As you say, Sire." He cleared his throat and knelt on one knee. "I have returned to take up my role as a Swordmaster of Camelot once more."

"Good to have you, Matthew. How's the Brotherhood?" he gestured Matthew to stand up.

"Fractured, Sire," he frowned. "Some died in Mitburgh, though relatively few by absolute numbers. Rather more disturbing are the rumors that many of the darker members are joining cause with The Cult."

"You've gotta be shitting me. Why would anyone join them when they're just as likely to turn their allies into fleshpuppets?"

"There was always a faction of the Brotherhood that was...angry. And the Cult is growing in power, far too quickly. They are making promises, and payments, which seem quite outlandish."

Izuku clenched his fists as he glared into the distance. "I'm getting sick and tired of the Cult. It may be time to follow in Merlin's footsteps and declare open war with them."

The sentiment was by no means outlandish. In fact, even the mundane part of society had kill-on-sight orders from their governments when anyone dabbling on it. Though in practice, they usually hire a mercenary, much like The Brotherhood, to deal with them.

Matthew looked at Izuku, reality subtly bending and rippling around where he stood.

"Eindridi mentioned that Merlin wiped them out, once...at least in Western Europe. It may be time to exterminate the vermin once again."

"And how do you intend to kill that which cannot die?"

"With Sorcery and Seers, Matthew. That, and fire. Lots and lots of fire. I'll have a chat with Nana about it later. After she settled things on her dukedom. I fear we'll be tangling with the pests before their masters appear. Maybe for the best. I'd also wanna get rid of them now than watching our backs while fighting against the bigger threat."

Reality rang like an all-encompassing gong struck by his declaration. Matthew once again, knelt, this time by pure instinct. "Yes, your Highness."

"What's the matter, Matthew?"

"You do not even realize it, do you?"

"What?"

"A few minutes ago, you were acting the quintessential country bumpkin, clearly uncomfortable with the trappings of the Court."

"I still am, Matthew. This is Ochaco's world. I'm here if she needs a bigger stick."

"And yet...without pausing you declared your intentions to follow in Merlin's footsteps, doing what neither Gods nor men have managed since. And I believed you could do it. It's as if your will wrap reality itself around you."

"I was born to fight this war, Matthew. Not to pick porcelain platters or play word-games with the nobility. I was shaped as a weapon, against the Outsiders, and seemingly against the Cult too. Winter is coming, Matthew...and I am the Winter King."

"Yes, Sire. I'm yours to command."

"Let me hook up with Nana and then my Chosen. We've got a war to plan once she's ready. I'll see you later, Matthew," he stood up, leaving the room.

Matthew was still kneeling on the floor, gathering his strength as the remnants of his power dissipated from the room. Finally standing up after a few moments, he let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding.

Following back to Izuku, he was walking the halls as he saw a door slightly ajar. Peeking inside, there was Anton drawing a magical circle beside a detailed illustration of the muscular system on a large white board, and Yui taking notes. He didn't want to disturb their lesson so he kept walking.

And walking. Until he realized that the place was bigger than he thought. Suddenly, he instinctive turned around, only to be greeted by Himiko who jumped at him.

His hands caught her by the hips. "What are you doing, Himi?"

"Izu-kun! Let's go to the King's Dragon together!" she clung to him, rubbing her cheek on his.

"Sure," he immediately agreed. He was just there, but there wasn't any reason why he'd refuse the girl's invitation.

"Great! Let's go!" she turned to mist to escape his clutch and transformed back, grabbing his forearm towards their destination, a spring in her steps.

On the way to the pub, Izuku learned that Ochaco talked to Himiko about forming a black ops team, with Himiko as the leader. The vampire would also serve as an under-the-table spymaster for the two of them, handling covert operations and intelligence gathering.

LIME WARNING TO THE END

Entering the pub, they saw Mina dressed in an outfit that was both comfortable and incredibly alluring. She wore a strapless tube top that clung to her curves, the fabric stretched taut across her chest, accentuating every line and contour. The mini-skirt she wore was scandalously short, riding high on her thighs and exposing her long, toned legs. The skirt was made of a soft, flowing material that swayed gently with her movements, offering tantalizing glimpses of her smooth skin. Her outfit was simple yet undeniably sexy, designed to captivate and entice.

"Welcome home, Daddy!" Mina welcomed him with a sultry smile, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she observed his gaze naturally gravitating to her exposed skin. The hungry look in his eyes and her own rising lust made the pinkette's nether lips wet with anticipation.

"Chosen." Izuku stepped towards her, each one sending a wave of excitement through the Sorceress. His middle and index fingers reached out, tracing her collarbone with a feather-light touch that sent shivers down her spine. "You're serving drinks in that outfit?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that resonated with desire.

"Of course not, Daddy. I just want you to see me like this," Mina replied, her voice breathy with excitement. Her hands held onto his forearm, squeezing it tightly as his fingers traveled down to the valley of her breasts, threatening to slip her top and expose what lay beneath.

"Wait. Izu-kun's with me right now!" Himiko protested, inserting herself between them with a playful pout.

Barely stopping himself from going further, he chuckled. "Right. Mind guiding us to our seat, Chosen?"

"Of course, Daddy! Follow along," Mina guided them to a decorated table with a patterned green cloth draped over it, complete with a single cushy chair for him to sit on.

"Chosen, I'm not here alone. But I guess I could borrow a chair from the other table." He was already grabbing one when Himiko's hand stopped his. Looking at her with a curious gaze, Himiko grinned from ear to ear.

"I got an idea."

As the God and dhampir were at the pub, the quartet of heroes-in-training ran into the inventor duo. The six of them were on their way to the King's Dragon, as it was where they all stayed the previous night. Rather, the bedroom attached to it. The bed was large enough for eight teenage girls and one little girl to sleep comfortably.

They entered the abode and were surprised to see Izuku there, drinking alone. They would have expected Mina to join him, but she was at the bar, looking at her God with a flushed face, biting her lower lip.

"Welcome, girls," Izuku greeted them. It was subtle, but they could see the tinge of red on his face. Kyouka and Ibara found it strange; they had seen Izuku down a barrel of ale without so much as a blink.

Then Kyouka heard—a wet sound of a barely escaped moan, the acoustics of the pristine pub making even the softest sounds crystal clear to her enhanced hearing. She looked at the table, her jaw hanging open, her quirk now unconsciously picking up every subtle vibration: the slight bump on the wooden leg, the quickening breaths, the soft rustling of fabric, and the unmistakable sounds of wet lips and tongues, of moans barely contained.

It didn't take Kinoko long to put two and two together, and she blushed like a maiden. "Oh, my god, shroom," she covered her mouth.

"I'll go next," Mei declared, running, and jumping onto his lap. She looked down, and her eyes widened at the view. "Damn."

"Damn, indeed," he chuckled, resting his palm on her ass. "Why don't you girls get a chair to sit on?"

The girls, by now, had an idea of what was happening. The wet sound, Izuku's expression, and his hungry look were strong giveaways. Knowing the people around them, unless it was Momo or, God forbid, Kitsune, it was safe to assume Himiko was under the table. Ochaco wouldn't, after all.

Shuffling for chairs, the girls grabbed one each, sat, and watched. Though the invisible girl managed to beat them and sat on Izuku's other side.

"Dibs! Shoot. That's hot..." Toru mumbled, looking down. Her voyeur kink flaring up, she felt her body become hot, wetness soaking her underwear.

And she wasn't alone. Earphone Jack was discretely listening in, the punk girl's hand already reaching under her skirt. She wasn't wearing her usual jacket or pants, due to the hot climate. Her damp white shirt clung to her skin due to the Eternal Summer's sun, amplified by the rising body heat from within. Izuku's stare intensified as he noticed the now-transparent fabric, revealing more than it concealed.

*Glgkh* *Gurkh*

Beneath the table, muffled sounds carried a rhythm that bounced inside her head. The air grew heavy, charged with a tension that went beyond physical proximity, a complex blend of anticipation and barely contained desire.

Kinoko felt a strange mix of nostalgia, envy, and...jealousy? Not towards Himiko, but towards the memory of a girl that once claimed to be Izuku's girlfriend, as it was something he had done at least once before.

"So, what brings you girls here?" he smirked, acting like nothing strange was happening. Though he was always a terrible liar, his expression belied the excitement and anticipation he was feeling.

"Oh, shroom, we...just want to have some drinks, shroom." Kinoko answered, her blush still prominent on her cheeks.

"Ah, then you're in luck," he took a sip from his mug, letting his other hand roam around Mei's body.

Mei leaned forward, her inventor's mind usually filled with blueprints and calculations now completely consumed by his presence. The press of skin against skin sent electricity coursing through her, making her forget about her beloved 'babies' for once. This raw connection, this primal need, was something no invention could replicate. The heat from his body, the faint musk of sweat, the hardness of his muscles; they were intoxicating, driving her wild.

Meanwhile, Melissa arrived at the table, bringing various beverages. One of which was a Peach Iced Tea, for some reason. Not something you'd expect to find in most pubs, but it wasn't strange from one ran by a Sorceress.

"Mei and I were actually going to ask you to escort us back to UA," Melissa, unaware of the debauchery happening in front of her, informed him. "We gathered some data and we need to use its facilities to create something."

Mei glared at the blonde, a rare instance of her prioritizing her carnal desire over creating one of her babies. But it had been weeks since Izuku visited her, just before the Finals Exams. "I-I'm sure the Big Guy can spare an hour or two taking measurements with me."

"But we need to sort out the data ASAP," the blonde argued. "Besides, we're already imposing so much on Izuku. And thanks to them, we discovered something almost nobody in our world knew. The least we could do is repay him by meeting his expectations."

"You should listen to her, Mei," Izuku's deep voice, a low rumble that resonated with desire, was a potent stimulant that set the Mei's body on fire.

"Wha-But! Mmmm!" Whatever retort she may have had, Izuku put a stop to it by discretely sliding a finger into her pants. The sudden, intimate touch caused her breath to get stuck on her throat. Her eyes widened, and she bit her lower lip to contain the moan that threatened to escape.

Izuku looked at the other girls, checking to see their reactions. He knew none of them would show jealousy in normal circumstances.

But despite his arousal, or rather because of it, he wanted to check where their boundaries really were. Toru turned herself invisible, but Izuku could feel her body heat pressed against his right arm. Kinoko's eyes were dilated with desire as she unconsciously licked her lips. Ibara's vines wrapped around her arms, as her arms wrapped around her body, likely craving the restraint, something that was coming up in her dreams frequently. Mina was still at the bar behind them, but deliberately making a show as one hand went underneath her skirt while she provocatively sucked the other hand's fingers.

The result was clear: the girls were looking at him with unbridled need, their parted lips and hungry eyes showing their desire for him.

Melissa merely tilted her head, her brows furrowed with worry. Izuku felt a pang of guilt mixed with excitement; the thrill of corrupting the innocent young woman in the future stirred something primal within him that he couldn't ignore.

The air grew heavy with anticipation, charged with a blend of desire, and barely contained excitement. The wet sounds, the sight of Himiko's messy hair, and the scent of arousal filled the room, creating an intoxicating atmosphere.

Izuku's finger moved slowly, teasingly, inside Mei's pants, eliciting soft gasps fromher lips that hung in the air like sweet music. Her body leaned into his touch, her hips instinctively seeking his rhythm as if they were dancing to an unspoken melody.

"You should listen to her, Mei," he repeated, his breath warm against her ear, igniting a deeper yearning within her. The urgency in his voice contrasted with the playful teasing of his fingers.

Mei's eyes fluttered closed, her hips desperately wanting to move against his fingers. But she couldn't. Every attempt met with a teasing, feather-light touch that only served to increase her frustration. It was clear to her. He gets to decide when and where she would get her release. And obeying him was the key to it. "Y-Yes, Izuku," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

The combination of his touch and the sight of Himiko's actions left Mei teetering on the edge of ecstasy. Her body trembled as she felt his warm breath on her face. The slight tinge of alcohol added to her dizzying state.

Just then, the muffled sucking intensified, no longer bothering to be subtle. The scent of arousal hung thick, blending with the faint musk of sweat and anticipation.

Izuku pulled Himiko's hair roughly, using her bun as his handle. Loud gulping sounds came from underneath the table. The scent of arousal hung thick, blending with the faint musk of sweat and anticipation, as his essence spilling from the corners of her mouth, the amount too much that it back to her nostrils. Followed by the popping sound as she pulled her mouth from him, then a sigh of satisfaction. Mei and Toru's eyes were glued to the vampire girl who lapped up the leftover essence and the drops that had accidentally spilled on the stone floor.

The room was filled with the sounds of pleasure, the scent of arousal, and the sight of Himiko slowly standing up, hair messier than usual and cheeks flushed. Mei's body trembled with need, her hand desperate to hold something, went to her favorite part of his body. She could feel it, her fingers' sensitivity heightened by her arousal, the pulse beating like a second heart as it vigorously stayed strong.

She wanted nothing more than to discard her clothes and mount him at once, her body practically begging for him. But she couldn't. She could only look at him with pleading eyes, hoping that he would let her have her fill. But his grip on her waist, his thick fingers grazing her sex, didn't let her. Not having leverage means nothing to someone so strong.

Mei's body trembled with frustrated desire, but each denial sent a different kind of pleasure through her.

Her brilliant mind, usually consumed with creating and controlling her babies, surrendered completely to his will. The loss of control, the helplessness of being at his mercy - it awakened something primal in her that no invention could replicate.

Her genius belonged to science, but her body, her pleasure, her very being belonged to him in these moments. The realization made her wetter than most physical touch could.

His touch was both a torment and a delight, leaving her on the edge of ecstasy, eager for more. The other girls watched in anticipation, their own desires mirroring Mei's, creating a palpable tension that hung thick in the air.

"Eh?" the blonde inventor's voice broke the spell, causing her to be the center of attention. The sudden appearance of Himiko threw Melissa's mind for a loop. She was both surprised and confused what the girl was doing there. Not to mention the white strand hanging from her hair.

Ibara clasped her hand, her vines wrapping around her in a specific pattern. "My Lord bathed her with the divine essence, the greatest of honors," she not-so-subtly hinted, her voice laced with longing.

'Bathed?' The thought echoed through everyone's minds as they realized there was still some of Izuku's semen on Himiko's hair.

"Himi," Izuku called softly, pointing to the side of her head.

"Oh!" Himiko smiled, understanding his gesture. She carefully wiped the essence from her hair with her fingers, making sure not a drop was wasted.

Izuku stood up, zipping his pants with a deliberate slowness that only heightened the tension in the room. Mei pouted, but he leaned closer, whispering sweetly in Mei's ear, "Just a little longer," his voice dripping with promise as he continued to tease her.

"I'll check on Eri first before we go. I told her I'd be around here. And I'm sorry, but we're going superspeed. Itsuka!" he called out to his Chosen Werewolf.

"Yes, Master?"

"We're going back to Japan for a moment," Izuku informed her, and she understood immediately.

"Yes, Master."

Izuku looked at the others, their faces flushed with desire. He knew they were still wound up from the experience, their bodies aching with unfulfilled need. "Wait for me to return. I'll...finish things with you girls," he promised, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down their spines.

The promise in his voice made their hearts race. Each girl felt the weight of anticipation building, knowing that waiting would only heighten their eventual pleasure. They nodded, not trusting their voices to remain steady if they spoke. The air between them grew thick with unspoken desire and barely contained need.

After telling Eri where they'd go, and reassuring her he'll be back by nighttime, he and Itsuka escorted the inventor duo back to Japan, with Izuku carrying Mei and Itsuka carrying Melissa, neither bothering to put on armor. Unless a certain God of Thunder or Sarah interrupted them, he was confident they could take most creatures in Elsewhere.

The journey was uneventful until they were disturbed by a Hellion, a 10-foot-tall female daemon with two giant horns, wielding two comically large axes. But between an Evoker God and the most powerful Were creature in the world, the Hellion didn't stand a chance. Itsuka crashed into the creature, popping it like a balloon.

After arriving, the night was deep and both Inko and Midnight should have been fast asleep. Melissa, with a determined expression, hurried to her dorm room. She was excited to start her work, despite the late hour, eager to get results that can help her friends.

Mei, on the other hand, had different plans. She and Izuku went to an empty room, their bodies soon entwined in a dance of passion and desire.

For over an hour, Izuku lavished her with attention, his touch igniting every nerve in her body. She gasped and moaned, her body arching against his as he brought her to the brink of ecstasy repeatedly. Each orgasm was more intense than the last, leaving her dazed and breathless.

When they finally parted, Mei's legs were shaky, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of pleasure. She stumbled to her workbench, her mind a haze of satisfaction and contentment. The session was a blur, but the memory of Izuku's touch was etched into her skin.

On the way back to Camelot, Itsuka asked Izuku, "Hey, Master. Would you mind if I joined the line with the others?"

Even though she tried to focus elsewhere, she couldn't help hearing their passionate embrace and her enhanced sense of smell could still smell the aftermath, she could barely stop herself from drooling in excitement. She wanted...no, needed him to take her like a dirty bitch she was, slap her, degrade her, and choke the air out of her. Without breaks.

"Sure, Chosen. As if I'd refuse doing it with you."

As they arrived at the pub, he was greeted by the sight of the girls in their birthday suits, arranged in an unconscious hierarchy of submission.

Mina, his Chosen Sorceress, stood closest to the entrance, her body positioned to draw his gaze.

Himiko knelt nearby, still savoring the taste of him.

The others arranged themselves in a deliberate display - Ibara's vines framing her body like an offering, Kyouka spread her leg and her hands behind her neck as if to showcase her body to him. Her insecurity about her petite body not found at the promise of pleasing him.

Toru playfully covered her nipples with her fingertips and her hips turned sideways that deprived him of view of her most sensitive place which heightened his hunger further.

Each pose was a testament to their submission, their bodies instinctively arranged to please him.

A sound of the door locking was heard as Itsuka joined the other girls, crawling on all fours. The Werewolf's naked form was a remarkable sight, her taut muscles and full curves drawing his eye.

"I must be the luckiest man alive," he smirked, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Or we are the luckiest women, Daddy. Now, why don't you make good on that promise of yours?" Mina teased, a loud smack echoing as she playfully swatted her ass.

Izuku laughed, his happiness evident. His girls were always ready for him. He looked at Himiko first. "I'll start with you, as a reward for giving such good head."

"Yay!" the dhampir cheered, running towards him with eager steps.

Before she could reach him, Izuku grabbed her by the hand and turned her around. She found herself facing the others, his thick arms wrapped around her neck tightly, his rock-hard biceps pinning her in place. His other hand cupped her breasts roughly, kneading the soft flesh with a firm grip.

"Mmm! I-Izu-kun!" Himiko moaned, her voice trembling with excitement. The pressure on her neck was like a vise, barely letting her breathe, but the sensation of being manhandled was electrifying. It was an overwhelming feeling, a mixture of pleasure and pain that left her dizzy with arousal, salivating with anticipation.

The others looked at the display with varying degrees of shock, envy, and excitement. Kinoko tried to cover her eyes, only to peek from behind her fingers, a deep blush spreading across her face. The sight of Himiko being dominated stirred something primal within them, each wishing for their turn to experience such intense pleasure.

The room filled with excited moans, the sound of smacking asses, and sucking noises as Izuku gave each girl their due. The pub was now thick with the scent of his musk mixed with their sweet nectar. The girls lost themselves in ecstasy as Izuku commanded their bodies, their expressions a mix of pleasure and abandon. Each touch, each movement, set them off like fireworks, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through their bodies.

After a few hours, the sun began to set. The girls were spent and satisfied, lying naked beside him. Izuku, already dressed, was about to leave.

"Where are you going, Izu-kun?" Himiko asked, her arms wrapping around him from behind, her voice soft and content.

"I need to get to bed. I promised Eri I'd sleep with her and Ochaco tonight," he explained, looking back at her with a tender smile. He gave her one last playful spank before leaving.

"Okay, then. Have a nice sleep, Izu-kun," Himiko replied, releasing him with a satisfied sigh.


Thanks for reading this chapter!

Things have been rather...spicy at the end. At first, it was planned to be just a regular talk at the pub, but after weeks of teasing and no release, she felt like she was blue-balled by the universe. Then Mei joined in. And the rest was history.

Though it can be said that Toru, with willpower stronger than most, remained technically a virgin even after all that. Whether the sentiment is still valid, considering her first two experiences were both group sex, well, let's leave it up to her.

Anyway, the next chapter's an early Christmas celebration with the KoTL in Camelot, then the rest of the girls in morning in Japan, then Inko and Midnight at night. Busy schedule for The Winter King.