That night.
Fubuki returned to her luxurious apartment located in a prime downtown area.
Throwing her tired body onto the soft sofa, she finally had time to begin organizing the chaotic thoughts from the day.
Barefoot, she paced restlessly back and forth on the cold, smooth marble floor, her fair and delicate feet a stark white.
At home, her attire was much more casual.
She wore a dark green silk slip dress that was so short it barely covered her upper thighs, paired with ultra-thin black lace panties.
As she moved, the hem of her dress swayed, outlining her mature, full, and elastic hip line.
The view was tantalizingly revealed and concealed, sparking the imagination.
The delicate straps hung loosely on her rounded, fragrant shoulders, unable to fully support the proud fullness beneath her nightgown.
As she breathed in frustration, the fabric across her chest stretched taut, rising and falling with a breathtaking curve.
Her long, seaweed-like black and lustrous hair was somewhat disheveled behind her, with a few playful strands falling across her smooth forehead and along the graceful lines of her cheeks, adding a touch of lazy yet fatal allure to this B-Class esper 'big sister' type.
But at this moment, her beautiful face was clouded with worry.
Her sister's unusual behavior during today's battle was just the beginning.
Fubuki suddenly realized that her sister's changes seemed to have started even earlier.
Initially, it was the way her sister looked at her.
In her eyes… there was a hint of guilt?
Fubuki was stunned at the time!
She even thought that the recent Fubuki Group affairs were too tiring, causing her to hallucinate.
Her sister was "Terrible Tornado," who regarded the strong as mere cannon fodder!
Guilt?
What a joke!
Such an emotional word should not even appear in her dictionary!
But then, her sister's abnormal behavior escalated.
She started to frequently space out.
Sitting quietly by the French window, staring blankly at the sky, she would space out for an entire afternoon.
On that perpetually unchanging, icy face, a suspicious blush would occasionally appear without warning.
Then, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she would suddenly snap back to reality and shake her head vigorously.
She would mutter to herself in a voice only she could hear, words like "pervert," "bastard," or "I hate so-and-so the most."
The most outrageous thing was that she didn't come home for two whole days and nights!
For Tatsumaki, who was usually a homebody and rarely went out except for missions, this was like the sun rising from the west!
When Fubuki tried to ask indirectly, Tatsumaki vaguely said she had "important matters" to attend to, her eyes darting around, completely avoiding eye contact.
This completely triggered the alarm in Fubuki's heart.
Her sister was definitely hiding something from her!
Out of admiration and care for her sister, Fubuki used her connections within the Hero Association and quickly received a reply—
"Ms. Fubuki, we've checked. Miss Tatsumaki had no mission records for those two days… Since the small-scale destruction event in City A, the Association has been very calm, and we haven't detected any high-risk disaster events that would require the deployment of Miss Tatsumaki, our ultimate weapon."
No mission!
Where did she go for those two days and one night?
Who was she with?
What "important matters" did she do?
A ridiculous but persistent thought grew wildly in Fubuki's mind, tangling her into a state of irritation.
Could her sister be…
…in love?!
As soon as this thought popped up, Fubuki herself was startled, and her footsteps abruptly stopped.
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
How could her sister, who was so arrogant, cold, and regarded all men in the world as cannon fodder, even too lazy to give an S-Class Hero a proper look, possibly fall in love?
What kind of divine being could possibly tame that irritable, willful esper Monster who would flip roofs when unhappy, and cause such a drastic change in her?
(Tatsumaki: Okay, okay, you've said what's on your mind, haven't you!?)
The more she thought about it, the more alarmed she felt, and the more she thought it was possible.
The abnormal gentleness during today's battle, the inadvertent shyness that was revealed…
All the clues pointed to the most impossible answer!
"No… I must find out!"
Fubuki's delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly, and her beautiful eyes, which always held a queen-like scrutinizing gaze, were now filled with solemnity and determination.
"Who exactly is that man!?"
…
…
Fubuki was worried about her sister.
Meanwhile, her sister, whom she was so concerned about, was currently being pulled by Han Sen for a unique and highly efficient…
…duo jungle session.
The two hovered ten thousand meters in the sky, where the biting wind tore the clouds into fragmented cotton.
Tatsumaki held her arms across her chest, trying to push her already not-so-magnificent curves into a proud arc.
Her boldly cut black slit dress flapped loudly in the strong wind.
Beneath the hem, her straight, slender long legs were tantalizingly revealed and concealed, her skin startlingly white under the sunlight refracted by the clouds.
"Hmph… How could Monsters above Demon-level be so easy to find? Do you think they're cabbages?"
Tatsumaki yawned a little boredly, her iconic emerald green wavy hair dancing freely in the airflow.
A few unruly strands brushed against her smooth, full forehead, adding a touch of lazy charm to her perpetually impatient, delicate little face.
"Clearly, the Association hasn't detected any decent Monster attacks recently."
"Is that so?"
Han Sen heard her words and slowly turned his head.
His gaze, carrying a hint of playfulness, swept unreservedly over her shapely figure.
Finally, it settled on her emerald green eyes, which feigned composure but hid a trace of guilt, his expression a half-smile.
"Are you sure?"
"Hey! You… What kind of look is that?!" Tatsumaki instantly bristled, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
Being stared at by Han Sen's gaze, which seemed to penetrate everything, made her inexplicably uneasy, and the embarrassing scenes from the hot spring inn flashed uncontrollably through her mind.
Her delicate little face flushed with two captivating blushes, and she even stammered a little as she spoke.
"If you have something to say, just say it!!"
Han Sen smiled meaningfully, his smile carrying a hint of control: "Disasters don't just disappear into thin air, unless…"
"…Unless what?" Tatsumaki blinked her large eyes, like fine jade, and asked subconsciously.
Her long, curled Eyelashes fluttered, looking incredibly cute.
But Han Sen didn't answer. Instead, he raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through endless space, looking towards a distant direction.
He softly uttered two words: "City N."
"What City N?"
As soon as Tatsumaki asked, she felt her slender waist, which could be encircled by a hand, being swiftly embraced once again by a warm, strong hand.
She didn't even have time to exclaim before her entire being was pulled into a firm and familiar embrace by an irresistible force.
Her small, delicate face involuntarily pressed against that increasingly familiar broad chest.
Whoosh!
A dazzling golden streak of light, trailing a tail flame that tore through the sky, vanished into the horizon in just a single flash!
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