Tatsumaki's mouth twitched, her eyes brimming with murderous intent. The entire laboratory seemed to be under her psychic control, emitting a low rumbling hum. If she wished, she could tear this building from its foundation and smash it to pieces—crushing a certain bald head in the process.
"You have two choices—be Fubuki's boyfriend, or disappear from this world!"
Her tone was that of a roaring dragon, "threatening" Saitama.
"Stop! What are you trying to do? Attack Saitama?"
As the person in question, Fubuki stood her ground, manipulating her psychic power to forcibly stabilize the trembling lab. Wrapped in the familiar cape, she stood in front of Saitama, her delicate yet firm back shielding him. "If you want to touch him, you'll have to ask for my permission first! As for the boyfriend matter, that's not for you to decide!"
Two powerful psychic forces clashed invisibly, the alloy-forged floor groaning under the strain, twisting and caving in as cracks quickly spread.
"Enough to match my psychic power now, Fubuki?"
Tatsumaki was shocked. As for that lazy C-class bald head over there, she was now looking at him in a completely different light—though she was furious at her busty, brainless little sister for getting distracted by a man.
"Hmph! This is my business! Saitama, if you're fine, then leave the rest to me!"
Fubuki glanced sideways at Saitama. Her flawless face was intoxicating, and the slight blush on her cheeks along with the rippling emotion in her eyes seemed to betray a strange feeling toward her benefactor.
Knock knock knock! "How's it going? I already brought the medical team, Tatsumaki, open the door!"
Outside, Child Emperor's urgent voice rang out—he had brought the top medical team available.
Both sisters' expressions shifted instantly. In Fubuki's current state, it would be bad for her to be seen.
"This time you got lucky, baldy. Don't let me see you alone, or I'll put you on the floor! And if you dare hurt Fubuki, I'll be the first to deal with you!"
Clearly realizing Fubuki was protecting Saitama, Tatsumaki's feelings were complicated, but she didn't forget to add a few threats.
"Fubuki's fine, Child Emperor, stay outside, no need to come in!"
She then reluctantly fetched a few sets of her own clothes for her sister. But seeing her younger sibling wearing her outfits—with that explosive figure—was a strange feeling indeed.
"Let's go, Saitama."
Fubuki, now dressed, called to him, her cheeks still faintly red.
"Saitama!"
At the door, Tatsumaki called out again, arrogantly saying, "In a few days, make some time to come back. We'll head to that other dimension again and get a few more vials of Super Serum."
She definitely wasn't jealous of Fubuki's big chest—absolutely not. Lolis were the best!
Under the confused gazes of Child Emperor and the medical team, Saitama casually walked out of the lab, Fubuki right behind him.
"That's… Hellish Blizzard? She's gorgeous!"
"Too beautiful—who knew our Association had such a stunning pro hero?"
"Who's that bald guy in front of her? Her boyfriend? Damn, a flower planted in cow dung!"
"No way… maybe he's some rich kid? Damn it, I'm Quick Draw Cowboy, can I just—"
The moment they stepped out, several pro heroes working in the Association office lit up at the sight. All eyes fell on Hellish Blizzard like spotlights.
She had always been a top-tier beauty with a natural queenly aura, but after her evolution with the Super Serum, not only had her physical abilities and psychic power greatly increased, even her looks had become even more breathtaking.
Every little movement, every subtle smile was enough to make these hormone-overloaded heroes' eyes glow, howling with excitement.
Even those who already knew her were stunned anew—and many were stung by the fact that this queenly beauty now followed Saitama like a gentle, loving wife, making countless male heroes pound their chests in frustration.
"Hello, Miss Hellish Blizzard. I didn't expect to run into you here."
Suddenly—
A cool, magnetic, and refined voice sounded. The noisy Association lobby instantly fell silent, every gaze turning toward the source.
Blue short hair, a light-colored tailored suit, a handsome and elegant face, and a gentlemanly demeanor. Several neatly dressed female assistants followed him.
A-Class Rank 1—Sweet Mask.
A frequent face in the media, his influence even surpassed that of many S-class heroes. Having never been defeated, he enjoyed extremely high popularity among pro heroes.
The hero known as Quick Draw Cowboy clearly noticed Sweet Mask. Feeling outclassed, he swallowed the rest of his words. The crowded lobby even parted on its own to make way.
Sweet Mask, exuding charm, walked gracefully up to Hellish Blizzard. His refined features and composed manner perfectly concealed the heat in his eyes. With a smile he believed to be irresistible, he extended a hand elegantly.
"Tonight, I'm holding a concert in City Y. Would I have the honor of inviting Miss Blizzard to attend?"
(End of Chapter)