"Mr. King!"
Genos finally couldn't hold back, his mechanical voice filled with sharp alert:
"Do you know that the 'maid' in your house is Mosquito Girl? The one who almost destroyed Z City back then? That Demon-Level monster?"
The atmosphere in the living room instantly froze.
Mosquito Girl's body stiffened.
She could feel the killing intent emanating from Genos—an instinctive hostility towards monsters.
Kaito, however, remained perfectly composed.
He leisurely picked up his teacup, took a sip, and calmly said:
"Genos, calm down. Mosquito Girl is not as heinous as you imagine."
Turning slightly, his gaze encouraging, he added:
"She has turned over a new leaf and is now working diligently under me, striving to reform herself. Even if she's a monster, we should at least give her a chance to start over, shouldn't we?"
Kaito knew the truth. After Mosquito Girl had escaped from the House of Evolution, while she had indeed caused destruction, her primary target was livestock farms.
Aside from some lowlifes who took advantage of the chaos, there was no record of her indiscriminately killing innocents.
A monster like that could absolutely be "whitewashed."
Of course, the most important reason was—
Mosquito Girl was drawn far too exquisitely by Murata-sensei.
That slender waist, that smooth striped skin, those pitiful eyes… Kaito simply couldn't bear to let her disappear from the story too early.
"Genos, don't be so rigid."
Saitama, already bribed by a belly full of takoyaki, suddenly chimed in with his mouth still stuffed:
"Isn't there a saying? 'To err is human, to forgive divine.'"
"Yes, Teacher!"
Genos instantly whipped out his notebook, jotting down with mechanical efficiency:
['To err is human, to forgive divine' — Saitama Teacher's 47th Life Philosophy!]
Seeing this, Kaito struck while the iron was hot:
"Mosquito Girl, go prepare dinner. Tonight I want to treat Saitama and Genos well."
Mosquito Girl, finally free of her fear of being slapped to death, brightened instantly.
"Okay, Boss!"
Her voice brimmed with joy. As she turned, her skirt swirled lightly, like a butterfly fluttering toward the kitchen. Soon, clanking utensils and her cheerful humming filled the air.
Dinner ended.
Saitama rubbed his round belly, but his gaze lingered greedily on Kaito's newest game console.
Kaito chuckled knowingly. Of course—it was time.
"Come on, after-dinner exercise. This time I'll only use one finger on each hand," Kaito said, casually lifting the controller.
"You said it! No backing out!"
The next hour became Saitama's personal hell.
The massive screen flickered with dazzling light, the speakers roared with battle cries—and Saitama's mood spiraled from high spirits into pure despair.
"Ahhh! My Ryu! Why won't my Hadoken come out?!"
"Cheater! You're cheating! Infinite combos?! That's not fair!!"
"Wait, wait—I'm not ready—KO?!!"
"Noooo! My winning streak!!"
(Though he'd never had one.)
Meanwhile, Kaito sat cross-legged on the floor, calm and composed, his two fingers gliding over the controller like butterflies.
At this moment, he was no longer Earth's strongest hero, "King."
He was the absolute tyrant of the gaming realm.
One game.
Two games.
Three games... ten... twenty!
Saitama's character was like a fallen leaf in a storm, helplessly tossed about. KO'd again and again, stylishly comboed, mercilessly corpse-whipped.
From excited, to sweaty, to bloodshot, to utterly hollow—Saitama collapsed in front of the screen.
"Thirty… thirty consecutive losses…"
He stared blankly at the glaring "DEFEAT," muttering like a broken man.
Then—crack!
With a single careless squeeze, the poor controller was crushed into fragments in his hands.
Saitama blinked at the shards, frozen in disbelief.
Mosquito Girl peeked from the kitchen doorway, covering her mouth to stifle her laughter.
Kaito, suppressing his own grin, set his controller aside.
"Looks like our gaming session ends here."
Saitama staggered to his feet, eyes lifeless.
"I… I'm going back first…"
On his way out, he suddenly darted toward the coffee table and, with lightning reflexes, snatched Kaito's console, stuffing it into his suit.
"This… I'll borrow it… for research…"
And then, like a guilty child, he bolted out the door.
Genos immediately bowed.
"I'm very sorry, Mr. King! I'll chase after Teacher right away!"
Kaito waved a hand dismissively.
"It's fine. Let him take it."
After all, the only fun Kaito found in gaming now was tormenting Saitama. Other games no longer held any thrill.
When the two had gone, Kaito stretched lazily.
Mosquito Girl appeared at his side with a steaming cup of tea.
"Boss, are you tired?"
"Not bad."
Kaito accepted the cup, his fingertips brushing against her cool fingers.
She flinched like a startled rabbit, cheeks faintly pink.
"You go rest," Kaito said gently. "You worked hard tonight."
Mosquito Girl opened her mouth, as if to speak, then hesitated. In the end, she only nodded softly.
"Okay, Boss. Good night…"
She walked toward her room, glancing back three times before finally slipping inside and closing the door.
The living room fell quiet again.
Kaito leaned against the sofa, sinking into the silence—until he suddenly felt it.
A faint gaze.
He turned his head toward the wall.
There, behind it, was the door connecting to Fubuki's apartment next door.
Through the narrow crack of the door, a pair of clear, emerald-green eyes quietly observed him.
The moment their gazes met—bang!—the door slammed shut.
A beat later, Fubuki's hurried footsteps echoed faintly through the hall, followed by the muffled thud of something toppling to the floor.
"This girl…"
Kaito couldn't help but chuckle.
He knew exactly why Fubuki, who had been peeking secretly for quite some time, hadn't dared to shamelessly appear at dinner.
After all, this leader of the Fubuki Group—the top-ranked hero of B-Class—was probably still mortified about last night's… night raid.
So mortified, in fact, she'd rather bury herself in the floor than show her face.
Otherwise, with her relentless ambition to expand the Fubuki Group, all to win acknowledgment from her elder sister, Tatsumaki, how could she possibly ignore such a golden opportunity?
An opportunity to recruit not only S-Class hero Genos, but also the unfathomably strong Saitama.
Kaito shook his head lightly, dismissing thoughts of the flustered girl.
Composing himself, he summoned the system interface.
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