Great, we're doomed now!

"It's called 'Evangelion'!"

That person must want to use this 'gospel' to protect people living in the apocalypse. How noble!

"Hmm... So, Ye Shou went to take care of the reconstruction?"

"Although it wasn't explicitly stated, I'm pretty sure that's how it is!"

Eyelashes said firmly, "After all, that lord cares so much about the world."

-

"A hot spring inn? I'm so envious. It's a pity I'm just a B-level, I can't enjoy the treatment of big shots like you."

"So, this is why I brought you here for sunbathing?"

With the world on his mind, Ye Shou lay on a beach chair, his slender and well-proportioned body clad only in loose shorts. His upper body was shaded by a parasol, and the damp sea breeze ruffled his hair. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but as he listened to the rhythmic crashing of the waves, his heart gradually calmed down. The suppressed weariness seemed to pull him down like the tide, and he didn't want to do anything.

"Is it really okay to leave everyone else out and come to the beach just the two of us?"

The woman next to him still had some conscience; her tone was quite uneasy. Ye Shou opened his eyes slightly and glanced at her indifferently.

What, after fighting wars your whole life, can't you enjoy yourself a little?

"This is a post-war recuperation, there's nothing to apologize for. Besides, they're not robots. Some like to eat and drink, some like to play games, some like to sit quietly... You don't think they don't have their own time to relax, do you?"

"As for you, you've mostly focused your energy on fighting weirdos and running your organization, haven't you? Don't push yourself too hard, or you'll break down sooner or later."

"I didn't... but you're right."

Fubuki breathed a sigh of relief and lay down with a clear conscience.

Ye Shou glanced at her for a moment before looking away, then continued to enjoy the sea breeze.

Sunbathing depends not only on the time and weather, choosing the most comfortable temperature and wind direction, but also on who you're with and where you're located.

A typical open beach, aside from the noisy environment and lack of privacy, can make it difficult for many people who lack a sense of security to relax simply because people are coming and going around them.

Ye Shou is like that. Apart from a few people like maids, he will automatically become alert if anyone gets too close to him, even if they are acquaintances.

This is why many golden beaches are privately owned or reserved by large hotels, because the best resources are always only available to a select few.

Ye Shou didn't use his financial power to book the entire venue. In fact, after experiencing a massive tsunami, people now have a faint fear of the ocean and are unlikely to be in the mood to sunbathe for a while.

Having addressed the issue of privacy, the choice of travel companion is also crucial. If you choose Saitama or King, all you'll see are muscular physiques—completely contradicting the theme of "relaxation."

Ye Shou is an honest man who would not deceive himself, so he decisively invited Fubuki.

This is not unfounded. As an extremely rare superpowered individual, Fubuki has saved tens of thousands of people during natural disasters and even blocked thousands of tons of building debris, but this has also led to the overuse of her abilities.

Ye Shou can replenish her life energy, but the mental stress she experiences needs to be addressed gradually.

Will my sister go too?

"Well, if you want to go, you can do so under the name of a family member."

"Then forget it. I don't want to put my name together with my sister's, otherwise I'll be treated as a mere appendage."

Fubuki chuckled self-deprecatingly, lazily propping herself up and turning to the side: "Many people have always thought this way. Now that they've finally made a name for themselves, it's time to be careful."

"really."

Ye Shou turned his head to look at this ambitious career woman: "You've really had a tough time~"

Fubuki smiled brightly, raised her hand to tuck back her slightly messy hair, and the sea breeze made the pearl earrings by her ears sway gently.

She was wearing a dark green swimsuit today, not the very daring type. The strapless top connected the two pieces of fabric, perfectly supporting her ample figure, and you could vaguely see the delicate curves through the gaps.

Two thin ropes crossed in front of the breast lock, their deep green and almost black lines making the skin appear even whiter. They wrapped around the slender neck and tied a knot at the back of the smooth, jade-like neck.

Following the smooth waistline, a white tulle skirt was wrapped around her left thigh at an angle, while from the right thigh, a dark ribbon could be seen wrapped around her hip.

Her skin was a healthy, radiant white, exuding an alluring vitality. Her body was in perfect proportion, like a professional model. A pair of sunglasses perched on her forehead added a touch of style. No matter how you looked at it, it was perfect for the sun and the beach.

Only in her eyes, perhaps from weariness or exhaustion, was there a subtle, almost imperceptible melancholy that made one want to reach out and wipe away non-existent tears.

—It's probably just an illusion.

Fubuki didn't have any deep-seated sadness that required her to cry; it was just that her appearance and demeanor were so outstanding that even the slightest expression could be interpreted in great detail.

"Is it beautiful?" Ye Shou's gaze lingered for a moment longer, and Fubuki immediately realized—this had nothing to do with whether or not someone was a hero. Any woman is very perceptive in this regard, sometimes to the point of developing a sixth sense.

The fact that there were only two people in such an open environment made it feel more private than being in a room together. Perhaps because of this, Fubuki became bolder and even took the initiative to attack Ye Shou.

However, Ye Shou would not be fooled by such petty tricks.

"nice."

The man nodded, making no attempt to hide anything, and openly met Fubuki's gaze: "Now I realize that bringing you here was the right decision."

"...You really don't hold back."

"Who do you think I am? I'm just wearing a swimsuit, do you think you can throw me into a panic?"

Although you're in my league in terms of looks, physique, and even work ability, you're still just a little bit lacking.

Why specifically mention "work ability"? Wouldn't people usually talk about personality?

—The doubts that arose in Fubuki's mind were instantly covered by a secret joy, and she failed to notice that strangeness.

So Ye Shou also thinks I'm very charming...

"Hmm?" Fubuki blushed slightly, but asked curiously, "What's missing?"

Ye Shou smiled slightly: "It would be even better if it were long, straight black hair."

Chapter 350: What bad intentions could the maid possibly have? (4K)

Long, straight black hair is not a hairstyle but an attribute.

Who wouldn't want to be looked down upon by a red-eyed young lady with long, straight black hair, her gaze carrying a hint of sadism?

Of course, this is just an objective discussion and has nothing to do with Ye Shou's own preferences.

If he had to say, his ideal type is a voluptuous older sister with long, straight black hair, who has a strong capacity for tolerance, occasionally reveals a cunning and mischievous side, and (absolutely) loves black stockings, sometimes wearing over-the-knee black stockings, using the slight indentation of the flesh to outline the absolute territory on her thighs.

Unfortunately, seven or eight out of ten things in life don't go as planned, and the encounters between people are as unpredictable as a comet hitting the earth. He still hasn't found someone who perfectly meets all these criteria.

It's not that Liuli and the others aren't charming enough, but men are creatures who will always have dreams.

Thinking of this, Ye Shou's gaze shifted to Fubuki's high breasts, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"Ah~"

"..."

Fubuki was baffled. She was already a little uncomfortable being stared at by Ye Shou, but she didn't expect him to react like this. She was immediately indignant and straightened her back slightly.

What? Is there something disappointing about this?

It's perfect from every angle!

Although I am a woman and cannot empathize with men, good things are good things—Fubuki is still very confident about this.

Unbeknownst to her, Ye Shou was remarking that while Chuixue had a great figure, her temperament was somewhat aloof, and she sported a dashing short haircut. She met all the physical requirements, but ultimately fell just short of his ideal.

Actually, he's not a perfectionist and doesn't care too much about hair color or style; he mainly looks at the overall vibe (figure and appearance).

Leaving aside Ruri and Lucy, even if we abandon all morals and broaden the range of choices:

Kei has the best looks, but his physique hasn't fully developed yet. Miko has a quiet and gentle temperament, and long, straight black hair, but her curves are only at a normal, excellent level. Asuna is passable, and although she's from a wealthy family, her temperament doesn't quite match.

As for Chika, who simultaneously meets the criteria of being a young lady, a little devil, a great figure, and maternal...

No, I can't help but laugh just thinking about it!

That woman has a more serious problem than her hair color!

Actually, it's not hopeless. The maid is probably the one who understands Ye Shou the most. Although he hasn't said it directly, Liuli can guess some things, so she has been working towards this goal.

Her smooth, raven-black hair had unknowingly grown to just below her shoulders, and she had been working hard to shape her figure... but, to be honest, the results weren't ideal.

First, she wouldn't use extreme methods because beauty is based on naturalness. She hopes that Ye Shou is fascinated by himself, not by industrial products—that would make her feel that his self-worth is greatly diminished.

A qualified capitalist will do his best to prevent the devaluation of his assets, and Liuli has learned this skill from Ye Shouzhen.

Secondly, a maid's goal isn't just to be "big," but to not destroy her own original beauty and to blend harmoniously into the design. Therefore, every centimeter of change requires overall adjustment... It's too difficult to achieve this through yoga and wavy qigong alone.

How to achieve the perfect muscle-to-fat ratio, how to prevent skin from becoming too tight or too loose, and how to maintain skin elasticity and hydration.

The maid's level of effort is enough to put everyone to shame!

And she reaped the rewards. Although she usually hid under a conservative maid outfit, for Ye Shou, who could see even bolder styles, holding Ruri was the most comfortable thing to do.

"...Ye Shou?"

"Ok?"

Ye Shou looked up: "Sorry, I was a little distracted."

Fubuki laughed—a laugh born of anger.

While her outfit can't be described as daring or provocative, it's rather conventional by today's standards. But it all depends on who's wearing it. With such a beautiful view right in front of you, how could you possibly be distracted?

Seeing Ye Shou's reaction, she was genuinely starting to doubt her own charm—she had actually had some expectations before.

Wait!

Generally speaking, things wouldn't develop like this. Sighing and daydreaming, even if one is truly indifferent, at most one would just be uninterested. Why does it seem like there's disappointment instead?

Something's not right...

"Hey, Ye Shou."

Fubuki rested her head on her hand, leaning back on the beach chair. Her side profile accentuated her waist and hip curves. A slender arm draped over her body, and the golden bracelet against her smooth, jade-like thighs created a striking contrast, as if imprinted on the retina, leaving a lasting impression.

The number one B-level superpowered individual revealed a charming smile that rivaled even that of a print model, his eyes, brimming with autumn water, slightly tilted upwards as he looked at Ye Shou.

What kind of girl do you like?

"Hmm? When did the topic turn to romance? Oh well, whatever."

Ye Shou also turned to the side: "Even if we want to discuss 'what kind of woman you like,' I don't have that much choice, since I'm already firmly locked up by a woman."