My Hero Automata

Chapter 44: Decompression

Summary: Momo and Izumi take a vacation between Final and the I-Island Expo!

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Lemon Warning! This chapter contains my far the most lemony lemon of the series yet. It is clearly marked with -Very Much a Lemon Starts Here- and -Very Much a Lemon Ends Here-, so those that don't want to read it can skip it. As always, it is not critical to the plot, so don't feel you must read it.

Chapter 44: Decompression

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Izumi was very unsure how she should be feeling at the moment. No, actually, she was fairly certain she should be embarrassed. She was on a topless beach, she was in fact actually topless, and she didn't have her girlfriend's exhibitionist streak. So, under ordinary circumstances, she should definitely be feeling embarrassed. The tiny, tiny, conflicted part of her that was echoing that fact in the back of her head was quite persistent, even as the rest of her told it to shut the fuck up and enjoy how utterly relaxed she currently was.

Humming gently to herself, Izumi shifted to sip at her fruity cocktail and let her eyes wander under the shade of her sunhat. The first thing they immediately wandered to, as if drawn by a magnet or gravity, was an equally topless Momo. That sight, particularly when literally all her girlfriend was wearing at all was a tiny, thong bikini bottom, a scrap of cloth insufficient to use as a handkerchief, was the biggest reason the majority of Izumi's mind was giving a firm 'fuck you' to her sense of modesty. The fact that, as she forced her eyes away from the glorious view of her dozing girlfriend, Izumi's sweeping gaze was met by a few dozen others in similar states all over the beach was another piece of that puzzle. Izumi had a pulse, Momo wasn't the jealous type, and she could certainly appreciate the view.

It also helped that the handful of men present were mostly locals or visibly European, and none of them had given her and Momo more than an appreciative once over that was honestly more ego stroking than creepy. To them, this was normal, and the only thing that drew their eyes to the pair of Japanese university students was the fact they were probably the two best looking women on the beach. Momo was certainly the top, of course. And Izumi had long since been forced by life and her therapist to realize she was at least vaguely in the same league as her girlfriend. One or two of the European women and a single local were probably in shouting distance, to be fair. But none of them had that amazing bit more that came from the combination of a lifetime training for heroics and Quirks that kept that training from erasing feminine curves. It was, to say the least, extremely difficult for normal women to somehow end up with actual abs, while still keeping enough body fat for an ass like Izumi's or boobs like Momo's. There were times the attention was annoying, but Momo's boobs were one of the wonders of the world, and Izumi would put up with a lot of attention to be near them. Particularly in their current, gloriously uncovered, state.

Of course, the remaining reasons for Izumi's modesty having been hogtied, gagged, and buried in the sand were just as obvious. No one they knew was likely to stumble across them on a topless beach on Tahiti, for one thing. They'd also already been here for two days for Izumi to get used to this, with this being their third of five before moving on to I-Island. And, of course, there was the little detail that her girlfriend was a nearly-shameless exhibitionist who had corrupted her poor, innocent girlfriend somewhat over the years. That last one was an important truth Izumi firmly reminded her modesty of when it tried to struggle out of its sand-and-sunlight tomb.