Izuku comes to Ibara’s home

When Izuku came to her home he did so accompanied by the angel Ibara had seen, it was now she could fully appreciate her new lord for what he was. She could fall in love with his kind boyish smile, adorable freckles and blinding smile. How had she missed this for so long? How did anyone not see him for what he was?

But now she saw the truth, and she had brought her mother into the flock, and she knew her destiny. Now she was sure to put it into practice.

“Greetings Midoriya.” She said, showing off her new outfit. It was that of a nun’s outfit, however one that had been cut down considerably. She and her mother had little experience of dressing provocatively but if she understood it correctly she ought to show as much cleavage as possible. So their nun outfits had been cut down the cleavage and had been rendered sleeveless, replaced with black opera gloves. The normally long skirt and been cut back significantly to just below her ass. Her outfit was at least a size too small, and was clutching at her sides and waist. Her legs were Donne in black fishnet stockings and she dressed in high heels.

She hoped this was good enough, neither herself nor her mother had any experience in dressing for the pleasure of the other sex, but now she realised it was required for her god Izuku. She looked to the Angel Ren who gave her an approving nod.

“Erm hello Ibara, hello Ms Shiozaki.” Izuku muttered, turning red at her outfit. This was good “err Ibara that’s an... um interesting outfit you’re wearing.”

She blushed, her God was taking notice of her, she must make sure he understood though.

“Do you like it almighty Izuku, we thought we’d dress to please you.” She replied, blushing madly.

“What do you mean?” He mumbled.

“It means Izuku that they’ve dressed to be your sex slaves.” Ren explained to her, causing Izumi to blush.

“It’s true, we wish to serve the divine path and lead others to your service and pleasure almighty Izuku.” Her mother replied, “whatever you wish of us we will provide.”

“This is crazy.” Izuku stammered.

“I would have thought you were used to it now beloved. Don’t you see how natural it is that you’re perfection draws these women in, and why would you think it would stop?” Ren asked, wrapping her arms around Izuku’s waist and whispering into his ear.

A/N: suggestions, ideas and feedback are welcome as usual