"I've prepared for this day a long time—how could I possibly lose to a woman like you?!"
Dozens of Sonic's afterimages appeared around Mosquito Girl Christina, each one moving at supersonic speed.
"Juu Ei Sou (Ten Shadow Burial)!!"
Sonic laughed wildly as all of his silhouettes leapt together, blades flashing like lightning, slashing toward Christina from every direction.
At the center, Christina's face remained calm.
After spending so much time with Saitama, the women around him had developed an unshakable composure—even when facing a mountain collapsing before them, they did not flinch.
"This level, huh? Somewhat interesting."
Her lips curved with amusement.
Just as she readied to counter, a sudden emerald glow spread across the area.
"Hey! I've already finished the kitchen work. Now it's your turn to do the chores!"
Hands on her hips, lips pouting cutely, Fubuki stepped out of the villa in her black maid outfit.
Frost spread outward from beneath her feet, covering the villa in ice.
Although she had lost earlier at gaming, making her sulk, she had at least finished her kitchen duty. Seeing Christina relaxing outside, she felt compelled to assert herself.
As for Sonic?
All his afterimages vanished instantly.
His true body was frozen mid-air, expression twisted in embarrassment.
"T-this… Association's so-called secret weapon—psychic power? I can't… move… at all?!"
Sweat dripped from Sonic's forehead.
He had looked down on Fubuki before coming, seeing her only as a weakling—B-Class Rank 1, overshadowed by her sister Tatsumaki. Even many S-Class heroes thought of her as just a tagalong.
But now… damn it!
If someone still dared call Fubuki weak, Sonic would be the first to deny it!
And yet, the two women ignored him completely.
"Hmph! Anyway, I don't care. Now it's my turn to play games with Saitama. You mop the floor!"
Fubuki swayed her hips proudly as she strode back inside.
Christina shrugged, putting away her lance and shield, and followed after.
As for Sonic, left dangling mid-air?
"What the—what about me?! Hey! Put me down, damn it!!"
His howls were ignored. The women had deliberately left him hanging like dried fish.
Inside the villa.
Saitama was busy with a boss fight, furiously mashing buttons, his blank eyes fixed on the screen.
"Was someone here just now?" he asked casually.
"No one. Just a fly. I took care of it."
Fubuki smiled faintly, taking Christina's controller.
The three women now took turns playing games with Saitama, forming a strange sort of routine.
Days passed.
A week later, under the bright morning sun—
Thanks to the guidance of Fubuki and Christina, Saitama the hopeless gamer now wielded seven pieces of top-tier mythical equipment.
"Perfect! I've got a full set! Feels great~~"
He stretched lazily, satisfied.
But as he opened the door, he blinked.
"Oh? Who're you?"
Hanging in mid-air, shriveled like dried fish, was Sonic.
After seven days, his handsome appearance was gone. His cheeks were sunken, lips cracked, body frail as if left in a desert.
"W-water…" he croaked weakly.
"You're… that joint-pain skeleton guy?" Saitama scratched his head.
"I'm Sonic!"
Even without weapons, the so-called deadly assassin now looked utterly pitiful.
"Oh, so you're Sonic. Why are you hanging there?"
Saitama tilted his head.
"..."
Damn it! Ask your women why, not me!!
Sonic cursed inwardly.
Seven days! Seven whole days! Yet he hadn't died. Somehow, he survived through sheer willpower.
He swore: never again would he challenge Saitama recklessly.
Not because of Saitama himself, but because of those terrifying women!
Fubuki's psychic power was an absolute bug. His proud Ten Shadow Burial had been useless.
"Looks like you just passed by here. Poor guy. Christina, give him some water, hehe."
Fubuki chuckled, leaning sweetly against Saitama's arm.
Christina, as an S-Class, didn't argue. In this house, Fubuki's authority was unquestionable.
The pitiful Sonic was finally released, collapsing to the ground. Christina handed him a bucket of water, which he gulped desperately, head nearly plunging inside.
Like a withered plant finally revived, Sonic regained a shred of strength, though still miserable.
"Saitama…"
He suddenly called.
"Hm?" Saitama looked at him oddly.
"Please… promise me one thing."
In his dim eyes, a spark of determination flickered.
"What? I'm not just gonna agree to random stuff, you know," Saitama sighed. "People keep asking me for promises like I'm easy to push around."
"Want to fight again? You couldn't even beat me, let alone Saitama," Fubuki teased, her beautiful eyes gleaming.
Even against Christina, or weaker members of the Evolution House like the Asura Rhino Beetle, Sonic wouldn't stand a chance now.
His face darkened.
Still… he could not give up.
No matter the humiliation, no matter the setbacks—he would never abandon his pride as the lone wolf warrior.
Sonic, the iron-boned assassin!
"Thud!!"
He dropped to his knees with a sharp, resounding kowtow.
It was the ancient gesture of discipleship.
"Please take me as your disciple, Saitama-sama!"
Sonic's eyes burned with fierce resolve.
"If you refuse, I'll kneel here forever!!"
(End of Chapter)
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