Yes. Kyoka relents pretty quickly.

Kyoka had predicted that this would be the one way to punish Momo in a way she wouldn't enjoy. She was kinky because of her nature as a sex genie, so anything that could even remotely be seen as sexual she would love. And she didn't want to actually hurt her. But her genie wanted to be obedient, so what would happen if she physically couldn't obey?

Apparently, some form of ****. Momo looked like she was on the verge of either a mental breakdown or a seizure. It wasn't just a want to obey; it looked almost like a psychological need. And not getting to fulfill it was tormenting her.

"Shit. This is too much." She walked over and took the lamp off Momo's belly. "Sorry. I didn't - "

The second Momo was free she grabbed Kyoka's shirt and yanked it over her head. She then took her little shorts and panties and yanked them down to her ankles. The genie then collapsed back onto the bed, clutching her chest and panting in visible relief.

"Phew...thank you, Mistress," Momo panted. "Being able to obey after all that..." She sighed and a smile crossed her lips again.

"I'm sorry. I suspected that would cause some discomfort, but I didn't think it would be like that." She hugged her naked body and sat on the bed next to her. "Heh. Guess we've both made some bad assumptions now, huh?"

"I'm your servant, Mistress. Any punishment is appropriate as your **** was not behaving correctly," Momo replied demurely as she turned on her side on the bed.

Kyoka scowled. "Wrong. I am not torturing you again. I know what that does now, and I don't like seeing you like that. I actually like you as the annoying tease way more than someone trapped in some kind of psychological **** loop. That's not fun."

Momo nodded and sat up. "I understand and I forgive you, Mistress. Not just because I accept anything you would do to me, but because I know that was unintended consequence and you're genuinely repentant. I am too. I'd say we both learned the same lesson just now."

The rocker nodded. "Right. Let's move forward then. Izumi exists, and her brother seemed to think she's always been there. Care to explain what happened there?"

"That was a little interpretation on my part," the genie told her. She looked away with a smile as she thought about those few seconds before she snapped. "I had two options. Either I could've made her simply materialize as his sister, no prior history and just existing, or I could've made it so that people remembered her existence always being there, so that her presence wouldn't be a major shock. I chose the second option because it would cause fewer complications."

"Smart, yeah. But how the hell did you edit her into people's memories? Is there anything your magic can't do if worded sexually?" she asked. She kept thinking about Izumi, about how Izuku was completely unbothered by her digging through the trash, about the goals she seemed to have to become a support item creator. What did other people think about her?

"My magic isn't technically magic. It's a power that manipulates the laws of physics. It requires an extraordinary amount of energy - each snap of my fingers when granting a wish is like imploding a miniature sun." As Momo explained this Kyoka froze. She didn't fully understand that level of power, but that was not only in Momo's possession, but completely dedicated to her kinks?! Who the hell signed off on this?!

"While not technically magic, it's complex enough that we might as well refer to it as such for the ease of understanding," Momo continued. "Anyway, changing reality like this is limited in how much I can change the past. Birth certificates, any necessary ID, and photographs all had to be forged. Anyone who would've met her alongside her brother and mother had false memories implanted so they believe she was always there. History didn't actually change, but everyone involved thinks it did. That's far easier than the unpredictable nature of tampering with the butterfly effect."

"Okay, I think I understand that. Sounds like the wishes have very few limits, and easy workarounds for the limits they do have." She leaned down and picked up her discarded shirt. She made to put it on, but Momo gave a pout complete with quivering lip. She wanted her to stay naked? Very well. She lowered her arms. "So something I'm wondering: why is Izumi quirkless? Is it because having a quirk would've changed history or something?"

Momo closed in on herself a little bit as she rested her chin on her fist, quickly getting deep in thought. "It shouldn't have had that great of an impact. If anything, the most likely outcome would be her getting a weak quirk, likely similar to her brother's. I suppose we don't know Izuku's family history, so perhaps something did happen where her having a quirk would've had a large effect."

"Maybe it has something to do with Izuku's quirk," Kyoka suggested. "They told me before I left the beach that he grew up quirkless, but he actually has some kind of dormant quirk that's been building power over time. That's why he's strength-training - apparently so he doesn't off himself first time he gets to use his quirk."

"That sounds like an insanely dangerous quirk." Momo looked just as surprised as she was. There went Kyoka's hopeful theory that maybe Momo had something to do with it. "The best analogy I can think of for that kind of power is...well, me. If I was given all the power of a genie, but my body remained fully human, granting my first wish would probably have incinerated me. This sounds similar, like that boy had nothing and then suddenly was heaped with power he's physically unprepared for."

"Well, I don't want to give Izumi something like...that, but it feels unfair that she doesn't get some kind of quirk, you know?" Kyoka said. "Maybe we can give her a quirk that'll help her out. So, you made her - what is Izumi like?"

"I have no idea."

"WHAT?!"

"Mistress, I didn't plan every aspect of Izumi's life. Or any aspect," Momo explained. "I decided people would remember her, and I made her hot based on your subconscious desires. That's it.

"Everything else is dependent on a mix between Izuku's life and what you consider attractive."

"So I have to get to know her," Kyoka mused. I'm not against that idea. Plus I'll be seeing Izuku tomorrow for cleaning the beach. She'll probably be there too. "Alright. I can do that. Maybe get to know Izuku too. If we're both going to UA, then it'd be nice to have someone there to hang out with in hero classes."

Momo nodded and picked at her fingers. She continued to smile, though something seemed to be on her mind. Kyoka studied her hands, then her face, waiting for her to say something. She didn't. She waited more. She still kept silent.

She sighed. "What do you want to say, Momo?"

"It's just, before I was made into a genie I was set to take the recommendation exams to get into UA. I'd wanted to become a hero before all of this," she confessed.

"Before? And now?"

She turned and smiled at Kyoka. "I want whatever you want, Mistress. If you want me to focus on serving you instead, I won't go."

Kyoka glared again. Momo shrunk a little under it, now knowing what she could do when she was mad. "Stop trying to throw away everything for me. Your money, your free will, your desired career. No! You are my genie and you'll grant my wishes and all that stuff, but I ORDER YOU not to give up on your dreams. Understood?"

Momo sat and marveled at her mistress. For such a small package there was a big fire inside. She had some trouble with confidence, and Momo was beginning to suspect she had body image issues, but that was society weighing her down with expectations, filling her head with distorted expectations and false dichotomies. Underneath all of that was a strong girl who knew what she wanted and knew what she thought was right.

She smiled. Not flirty, not submissive, but the bright, earnest smile of genuine friendship. It was so bright, so pretty and pure that Kyoka leaned back in surprise. "Understood, Mistress."

She twirled her earjack in her finger and turned away with a blush. "G-Good."