The house was quiet as night draped over the city, soft shadows stretching across the wooden floors. Izuku lingered in the living room, his mind replaying the morning's events. Momo's laughter over breakfast, Isabella's shy but teasing glances, and the system's quiet hum reminding him of devotion metrics and fertility spikes—it all swirled together, a heady mixture of warmth and anticipation.
He heard footsteps on the stairs before he could move, soft but deliberate, and his breath caught. Momo appeared at the doorway, wearing Isabella's dress from the evening prior: painted-on, deep V-neck, side slits hinting at the curve of her hips. The perfume she wore was subtle yet intoxicating, a mix of floral sweetness and the faint tang of something uniquely hers.
"You're staring," she said, voice playful, walking toward him slowly, letting the fabric cling to her body just enough to tease without overexposing.
"I…can't help it," Izuku admitted, a flush creeping up his neck. "You look…amazing."
Momo smiled, her fingers brushing lightly over his shoulder as she passed. "Then look closely. Tonight is…special," she murmured, eyes glinting with mischief.
The system chimed faintly in his mind: Devotion spike detected…Proximity bonus activated…Partner metrics elevated.
From the corner of the hallway, Appoline stepped forward. She was here as part of the system's "reward" mechanic—a special bond session for Izuku and Momo that integrated her devotion. She bowed lightly, her veil of long, flowing hair falling over her shoulders, eyes glittering with anticipation.
"Master," she said softly, voice steady but warm, "I am here to serve your needs…to enhance this night, if you will."
Momo's smile widened, teasing. "See? Even my reward knows how lucky you are, darling."
Izuku's pulse quickened. "Appoline…you're…here for us?"
"Yes," she whispered, moving closer, her scent subtle but intoxicating. System metrics indicate maximum devotion potential.
The night unfolded in soft, teasing touches. Momo lingered close to Izuku, brushing against him, whispering words of affection, her body language bold yet delicate. Appoline followed, subtle and gentle, reinforcing the system's reward function—her hands occasionally grazing his arm or shoulder, devotion and proximity metrics climbing steadily.
Time seemed to stretch. Every brush of skin, every whisper, every flick of fabric against bare skin heightened the tension. The system logged every interaction: Momo: devotion maxed, fertility idle; Appoline: devotion elevated, reward function active; Izuku: bonding and harem cohesion metrics spiking.
Morning came slowly, sunlight streaming through the curtains. Momo lay curled near him, hair falling over his chest, flushed and radiant. Appoline had withdrawn for the night, leaving the two of them to reflect quietly.
"You…" Momo murmured, eyes half-lidded, "I've never felt…like this before."
Izuku smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Neither have I…you've made this night…perfect."
The system hummed approvingly: Momo: devotion solidified; Izuku: bonding reinforced; household cohesion metrics updated.
Chapter 11 – Isabella Awakening & Pregnancy
The first golden rays of morning filtered through the tall windows. Isabella stirred, awakening atop Izuku's chest. Her hair spilled across him like a waterfall of gold, catching the sunlight in streaks that made him blink.
"Good morning, darling," she murmured, voice soft, playful, yet tinged with reverence.
"Morning," Izuku replied quietly, careful not to disturb her. "Sleep well?"
"Yes," she said, arching slightly, brushing against him. "I…want to serve you…fully. Devotion…pledged."
At those words, the system hummed excitedly. Devotion spike detected…Partner metrics elevated…Power awakening potential available.
Isabella's body began to glow faintly. Muscles subtly shifted, curves reshaping into an hourglass figure. Her waist remained small; her hips flared wide, perfectly proportioned. Breasts swelled to a T-cup, her ass rounded and plush, a godly softness. She marveled at the change, hands tracing the new contours.
"I…feel…different," she whispered. "I can shape myself…for you…Izuku."
He smiled softly, hands brushing her arms. "You're beautiful…perfect."
They shared a quiet, intimate shower, the warmth of the water, the scent of soap, the soft brush of hands on skin. Words were few; intimacy flowed in gestures, touches, and shared breaths.
Breakfast followed, Momo joining them with radiant excitement. "My master…my most important person…you're with my second most important person!" She grinned, teasing lightly, eyes sparkling.
"Congratulations," she said softly as the system chimed again: Isabella pregnancy detected: 4 children.
Isabella flushed, sipping tea, hands lightly clasped. "Yes…our family…grows."
The three shared a warm, quiet meal, filled with gentle teasing, laughter, and subtle flirtation. The system confirmed: Harem bonding metrics elevated; devotion spikes recorded; fertility integration active.