Her pretty face was full of mischief. After being enhanced by the super soldier serum, Hell Fubuki was simply unfair—both her looks and her figure had reached a level that could topple nations.
And with her deliberately tight-fitting outfit today, even a blockhead like Saitama felt something was off.
Very satisfied with his dazed expression, Fubuki gave a triumphant smile. "I'll go get the hot water ready. Since we'll be living together for a long time, please take care of me~"
Saitama just stared blankly at her graceful back.
Three days later.
Morning.
Yawning nonstop, Saitama finally understood the meaning of the phrase "women are trouble." Forgetting to bring underwear after a bath, getting scared at night and insisting on sleeping together… He could only put up with it, feeling mentally exhausted.
Of course, in certain ways Saitama seemed pretty dense—their relationship still hadn't moved past just "brushing against each other."
"Saitama, are you free today? Can you come to the lab?"
It was a call from Child Emperor.
"Oh."
Saitama, brushing his teeth, answered flatly.
"Twenty million yen!"
"I'll be right there! No problem!"
Like a completely different person, Saitama instantly perked up. Well, as a professional hero, helping others was a must—especially when it was something he was truly interested in!
Thirty seconds later, he had brushed his teeth, washed his face, thrown on his standard battle outfit, glanced at his handsome self in the mirror, and bolted out the door—ignoring Fubuki's call for breakfast and just grabbing two pieces of bread on the way out.
The cool morning breeze carried the scent of grass and trees.
"Living in a villa sure is nice. Looks like I should start putting 'making money' into my daily schedule."
Saitama sighed to himself.
On the way, plenty of professional heroes greeted him, clearly far more warmly than before. Their faces were filled with admiration and envy. Saitama nodded back at them and soon arrived at Child Emperor's office.
"Getting used to the new place, Saitama?"
Child Emperor greeted him with a bright smile.
"Of course I am. My idiot sister even threw herself in for good measure, hmph!"
Before Saitama could reply, a certain floating little brat already let out a proud snort—but her eyes kept sneaking glances at him, lips slightly pouting.
"Oh? Tatsumaki?"
Saitama looked at her in surprise. There wasn't a trace of injury on her pale arms. The Association's medical technology really was advanced.
"About last time…"
Tatsumaki's body trembled slightly, her cheeks flushing. She bit her lip, hesitating for a long while before forcing out the rest. "About last time… it was my fault. I'm sorry."
"Huh?!"
Child Emperor froze. He'd been worried about Tatsumaki barging in to wait for Saitama, expecting the two to clash again—but this?
The ever-proud Tatsumaki… apologizing first?
This was a first in the Association's history!
"Uh? What… did you just say?"
Saitama scratched his head, puzzled.
"…"
Tatsumaki's already flushed face turned as red as a boiled shrimp. Everything in the lab floated into the air, showing she was on the verge of going berserk.
Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to calm down.
During her days in the medical pod, Tatsumaki had thought about a lot—especially replaying their battle in her mind. No matter how she imagined it, she couldn't find a way to defeat Saitama. The only outcome was her defeat.
A monster with strength far beyond S-Class.
Yet despite having such power, he had stayed in C-Class for a long time, often struggling financially, and even kept his cool when her "idiot sister" threw herself at him.
This made the petite-looking but mature-minded Tatsumaki curious about him—maybe even… a little in awe, though she didn't realize it herself.
"Last time… it was my fault. I shouldn't have been so rough. I'm sorry!"
Her lip quivered, looking like she might cry. Saitama felt a bit awkward.
Scratching his head, he said, "It's fine. I punched you too. You can just hit me back next time."
"Pff—"
Child Emperor nearly coughed up blood.
"Alright, let's put the past behind us. Your rank is higher than mine now, Saitama."
Child Emperor chuckled, smoothing things over. "Get ready to enter the dimensional gate."
"Twenty million yen~~"
Saitama held up two fingers, looking like he wouldn't budge without payment. So much for "hero for fun"—he'd clearly become a salted fish crushed by life.
Child Emperor could only smile wryly and hand over the payment. As for the results of the last world-jump, he didn't bother asking—Tatsumaki's drama had made things tense enough.
"Don't get yourself killed over there! This dimensional gate's energy fluctuations are strong—it might be more dangerous than the last world."
Tatsumaki, still pouting, couldn't help but warn him.
"Mm."
Saitama gave a simple nod and dove in headfirst.
"This damn baldy…" Tatsumaki huffed, her face betraying a hint of worry.
(End of Chapter)
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