Saitama's dead fish eyes showed no emotion as he looked at Sonic, then turned and walked away. If you like hiding things, then hide them. Whatever.
Sonic:
Why… why does this feel so painful in my chest?
"Hehe~ You want to follow my Saitama?"
Fubuki laughed lightly, her tall and seductive figure stepping forward, voice charming and teasing.
"Yes! I… Sonic, will one day defeat Saitama. But until then, please let me follow him and train under him!"
After seven days of exposure under the sun, Sonic seemed to have awakened to something.
"Really?"
Fubuki smiled. That smile made his back shiver with unease.
"Yes, I swear it!"
With a bang, Sonic felt chills crawl up his spine. After all, the reason he had been hung up and tormented was precisely this domineering beauty in front of him.
Yet he had not the slightest courage to seek revenge.
"See there? That's the villa gate. Looks like we're missing a guard."
Fubuki pointed with her slender white finger toward the entrance.
"I'll go right now! I'm willing!!"
Sonic was overjoyed.
His pride always made him crave proving himself against those of similar strength. But when confronted with monsters like Saitama, all that remained was reverence and admiration.
Though he kept a stiff face, inside he had already given in completely. Now, he was thrilled just at the thought of standing guard at the villa.
Had it been any other force—even the Association itself—asking him to be a gatekeeper, he would have exploded in rage.
But here? He accepted it with a smile.
"Wait, it's not that simple."
Fubuki's green psychic aura spread, pinning Sonic to the ground like a broken doll. Her expression turned playfully mischievous.
Sonic's smile froze, sweat beading on his brow.
"Do you see what makes our home… unique?"
Fubuki asked with a teasing tone.
"Unique?" Sonic blinked, dumbfounded.
What features? Wealth? A nice environment? Strong women? What else?
Nothing came to mind.
"Other than Saitama, we don't have any other men here. So, if you want to stay…"
Fubuki's smile turned devilishly sweet.
Sonic suddenly felt a chill in his lower body, instinctively covering his crotch. A cold wind seemed to pass between his legs.
"If you want to stay, it's not impossible. Go stand guard… but in women's clothing. Hehehe~~"
Her laughter rang like tinkling bells as she released him from her psychic grip and swayed back into the villa.
Leaving Sonic standing alone in the wind, utterly shaken.
The next day.
Saitama received a message from Saturday at the House of Evolution.
At the same time, Fubuki and Christina tossed some dirty laundry out by the villa door for washing.
Just as Saitama stepped outside—
"Good morning, Saitama-san."
A slender figure stood by the villa gate. Elegant women's attire, light makeup, long bangs shadowing the eyes, a face of exquisite beauty.
She looked like a nine-out-of-ten goddess.
"You are…?"
Saitama frowned. She looked oddly familiar.
"Speed-o'-Sound… Sonic."
The beautiful woman bit her lip, face tight with shame.
"Pffft—!"
Milk sprayed from Saitama's mouth, splattering across Sonic's face.
"You… you must be joking! Wait, Sonic?! Why are you dressed… like that?"
Saitama was stunned.
He never imagined Sonic in women's clothing would look this good. If Fubuki was a ten, then this crossdressing Sonic was at least a nine—yet with a heroic edge no real woman could match, giving him a strange, unique charm.
"According to Lady Fubuki's orders, from today onward, I will guard this villa… until the day I defeat you!"
Sonic's face was taut, a faint blush rising. Even his ears turned red. His beautiful eyes rippled with something between shame and stubbornness.
Saitama: "…Uh… whatever makes you happy…"
If you want to crossdress, what can I say?
…
Meanwhile, in G City.
A bar bustled with noise and the scent of alcohol.
"This is amazing. Didn't expect you to make S-Class too!"
A gentleman in a tuxedo and curled mustache spoke.
Spring Mustache. Newly promoted S-Class Rank 25 hero.
"Hmph, I'm no weaker than you. Becoming S-Class was only a matter of time."
Raising his glass, slightly flushed, was a man wearing a spider-like hat.
Golden Ball. Newly promoted S-Class Rank 26 hero.
The same duo who once fought the kelp monster in Z City's abandoned district, but now history had shifted.
Sweet Mask's choice to remain A-Class Rank 1 opened the way for these "former fodder" A-Class heroes to ascend into S-Class. With luck and new opportunities, they had made it.
"To S-Class!"
"To S-Class!"
They clinked glasses, laughing.
It had been a dream—and now it was real.
But just then, the bar door creaked open.
A figure entered, smiling faintly.
Instinctively, both heroes froze, their senses screaming danger.
"You two must be A-Class heroes Golden Ball and Spring Mustache, correct?"
Spring Mustache frowned.
"A-Class? Sorry, but as of yesterday, we've been promoted to S-Class. Why? You here to cause trouble, friend?"
"Oh? S-Class?" The figure chuckled. "Hahahaha~~~ S-Class really has gone downhill. Just some A-Class trash promoted by mistake. In my eyes, there's no difference."
He bowed politely, yet his grin was sinister.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Garou, the human who walks the path of monsters."
(End of Chapter)
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