The new home was located just south of the Association Headquarters—a standalone villa with a small garden.
Shaded by lush trees and filled with flowers and greenery, it had a rare sense of tranquility despite being in the city.
A straight, wide eight-lane road connected directly to Headquarters, ensuring no traffic jams and allowing him to respond instantly to any emergencies.
His apartment furniture, fridge, and other belongings had already been moved over by a moving company arranged by the Association. According to them, all he had to do was move in, enjoy a hefty monthly allowance, and be ready to act when particularly tricky missions arose.
A very relaxed agreement—turns out having a strong punch made everything negotiable.
"Saitama! Do you like it? Your new home."
Before he even reached the front door, Fubuki—wearing a high-slit beige dress that perfectly accentuated her figure—walked over with a smile.
Before Saitama could react, she was already holding his hand, her ample chest brushing against his arm, her scent tempting and distracting.
"Come in, I'll show you around."
Her soft hand led him inside, her pretty face glowing with happiness.
The villa's interior was tastefully decorated—not lavish, but extremely comfortable. Three full floors, plus a rooftop with an open-air pool. Compared to his hard life in the apartment, it was several levels above.
The double-door fridge was already stocked with a week's worth of groceries, and Fubuki had even prepared plenty of his favorite snacks.
As she showed him around, Saitama's expression—nearly drooling—made her secretly smug. After all, she had personally picked this villa for him.
"By the way, the villa across from us is where Tatsumaki lives. This area is specially allocated for S-Class Rank 2 heroes like you."
Pulling open the curtains, Fubuki pointed toward a white villa not far away.
"Pff—"
Saitama almost spat out his drink. "Wait… your sister lives right across from here?"
Thinking about that arrogant little brat he'd almost punched into oblivion gave him a headache. What if she went berserk again and wrecked his house?
"Mm, don't worry. She's scared of you now. Who would've thought someone in this world could actually keep Tatsumaki in check? Hehe~"
Fubuki laughed proudly, as if she'd been the one to beat her sister.
Grrrrrr—
A hungry stomach growled.
Saitama flopped onto the couch like a deflated balloon, unwilling to move. He didn't even want to think anymore.
"I'm hungry."
Like a lord giving orders, Saitama muttered lazily.
"Leave it to me! You watch TV, I'll make dinner—it'll be ready soon! I know, raw egg over rice, two eggs!"
With a smile, Fubuki tied on an apron and headed into the kitchen, looking for all the world like a blissful newlywed wife.
Soon, the smell of food drifted from the kitchen, bringing the salted fish back to life.
Eight dishes and a soup—all homestyle cooking.
Who knew Fubuki had such solid cooking skills? At least in appearance, color, aroma, and presentation, they were perfect.
The dining table even had a bottle of red wine and two glasses. Clearly, this was planned.
Looking at the spread, Saitama felt unexpectedly touched.
Before Genos moved in, he'd spent most of his time alone in an abandoned district of Z-City—living rough, surviving mostly on instant noodles.
But tonight, Fubuki had gone out of her way to make him a full dinner, bringing a rare sense of warmth.
"Try it! My cooking."
Uncovering the dishes, Fubuki looked at him expectantly as she poured him a glass of wine.
The soft lighting in the dining room made the place feel even more like home.
"This is great! Did you study cooking before?"
The taste was genuinely good. Saitama was eating with zero concern for appearances—more like wolfing it down.
"Pfft! Slow down, no one's taking it from you. Look at you, eating like that."
She smiled, wiping a grain of rice from his mouth. "I studied a little recently. Pretty good, huh? I'm a genius—a real genius!"
She straightened her back proudly, the view nearly blocking his sight of the food.
Indeed—
They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.
By the looks of it, Saitama was very satisfied with her cooking.
"Cheers, Saitama. To our new home."
Smiling at the man who couldn't stop eating, Fubuki felt completely fulfilled as she poured wine for both of them.
"Cheers, to our new home… Wait… why 'our'?"
Saitama froze.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you. Starting today, I'll be working as the private housekeeper for S-Class Rank 2, the Association's secret weapon, Mr. Saitama—managing your daily life. And don't get any ideas—I'm taking the second floor!"
(End of Chapter)
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