The late afternoon sun filtered softly through Momo's window, casting long golden streaks across her elegant room. Izuku stood by the door, adjusting his semi-formal black suit. He ran his hands over the fabric, feeling the weight and the unfamiliar stiffness of the tailored jacket. This was a different side of him—less the trembling, bullied teen, more the man ready to step into someone else's world, to meet Momo's mother.
Momo, perched elegantly on the edge of her chaise lounge, watched him with bright, calculating eyes. Her hair cascaded down her back in glossy black waves, the length catching the sunlight with each subtle movement. She leaned forward slightly, the hint of a teasing smile playing on her lips.
"You look…good," she murmured, voice low, almost conspiratorial. "Not too stiff, but respectable."
Izuku's face flushed slightly. "Th-thank you, Momo. I…hope I don't make a bad impression."
Momo's smirk deepened. "Impressions don't matter as much as honesty, Izuku. And you've been…more than honest with me."
A subtle hum vibrated through the air—the system acknowledging the emotional closeness between them. Devotion metrics increased, and a faint warmth pulsed along Izuku's chest, reminding him of the bond they had already forged through training and shared trust.
"You…think my mom will like me?" he asked, fidgeting slightly with his tie.
Momo tilted her head, the sunlight glinting in her dark eyes. "She's…particular. But she respects strength, cleverness, and loyalty. Traits you've shown consistently. Besides…" Her lips curved in a sly smile. "I've already…prepared her."
Izuku's brow furrowed slightly. "Prepared her?"
"Yes," Momo said softly. "Mentally. Emotionally. She's…curious about you. Intrigued. You'll see soon enough."
The hallway buzzed softly with distant city noise as Izuku followed Momo down to the sleek, polished elevator. The system chimed faintly, registering proximity to a harem member's home environment, marking potential triggers for intimacy, devotion, and awakening.
Momo & Isabella Preparing
Meanwhile, upstairs, Isabella stood before a full-length mirror. The dress she had chosen was daring—a near-sheer fabric that clung to her curves as though painted on. The tight V-neck ended just above her navel, side slits revealing glimpses of toned hips and thighs with every careful step. Her large N-cup breasts strained delicately against the fabric, nipples barely concealed. She smoothed the material down over her body, feeling the subtle anticipation that came from knowing Izuku would be present.
Momo entered quietly behind her mother, adjusting her own attire. Her dress was almost see-through, teasing without overt exposure. No undergarments, the faint shimmer of the system's awareness brushing against her skin. She turned to Isabella, whispering, "Are you ready, mom?"
Isabella's lips curved knowingly. "I've been ready…long before this evening, darling."
Their laughter was soft, intimate—a shared secret between mother and daughter. The air in the room shimmered faintly with anticipation, warmth, and the subtle scents of perfume, silk, and faint floral undertones.
Arrival of Izuku & Dinner
Izuku stepped into the grand foyer, swallowing nervously. The house was impressive but not ostentatious—Momo's careful design, a balance of elegance and comfort. The polished wooden floors reflected the soft chandelier lights. Isabella and Momo approached, each exuding confidence, charm, and subtle heat.
"Darling," Isabella purred as she approached him, her tone playful yet commanding. "Welcome. You've made quite the journey for us tonight."
"Th-thank you, Mrs. Yaoyorozu," Izuku stammered slightly, bowing his head politely.
Momo giggled softly. "Izuku, don't be so formal. It's just dinner."
The dinner itself flowed like a carefully composed melody. Momo's mother guided conversations, probing lightly about Izuku's training, his ambitions, his bond with Momo. Izuku answered honestly, with the sharpness of intellect, cleverness, and a quiet humility that seemed to charm Isabella.
Every so often, Momo's hand brushed his, subtle contact, teasing but measured. The system's sensors chimed faintly with each touch—devotion spikes, emotional bonding, and subtle physical awakening markers rising.
Implied Evening Intimacy
As the meal drew to a close, the system quietly noted emotional peak and proximity triggers. Momo leaned closer, whispering to Izuku, "Let's…continue upstairs. There's more for us to discuss."
He nodded, heart racing. The hallway was quiet, the soft scent of perfume, faint silk, and anticipation lingering. The scene faded into the gentle glow of candlelight, laughter, and whispers, implying the first night of intimacy with Momo and Isabella without explicitly showing it, but signaling devotion, system integration, and potential awakening metrics.
By the next morning, the system would already have begun marking the subtle increases in harem metrics, preparing the groundwork for future awakenings.