Great, we're doomed now!

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Tornado woke up in her room, her eyelids feeling as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

I had a strange dream... It wouldn't be quite right to call it a nightmare, but it was definitely not a pleasant dream either.

She dreamed that she had become a mature woman, alluring and beautiful, exactly the image she had always dreamed of.

If that were all, it would just be a beautiful fantasy, nothing surprising. But what happened next is hard to judge, because a second figure appeared in what should have been one person's dream!

He was a tall, handsome man. She couldn't see his face clearly in the blur, but she could feel his warm and strong embrace.

Given Tatsumaki's personality, she would definitely not hesitate to knock him away and then crush his bones with her telekinesis.

But in her dream, she didn't do that. Not only did she not resist, but she even... actively catered to him?

I don't understand! She would never do such a thing; she must be sick!

Even more terrifying, after everything was over, the fog was blown away, and the man she knew well appeared before her eyes—Kusei Kami!

...and then the tornado woke up in fright.

She rolled over and rubbed her eyes, only to find the room in complete disarray: "Tsk, what on earth happened yesterday?"

She mumbled as she sat up, her head still foggy, instinctively avoiding thinking about last night's dream, knowing she would forget it soon anyway.

Tornado didn't care about her image at all, and directly reached into her loose yukata to scratch her back.

A vague fragment of anger lingered in my mind, as if I was so angry that I couldn't sleep and carelessly blew the room into a mess, but I couldn't remember exactly what it was.

“…This is terrible.” Tornado sighed deeply, turned to look at herself in the mirror, and a look of disappointment and regret appeared on her face.

"Strong people don't need love... Even if they've been single for a long time, they still can't... I don't like that awful guy!"

Tornado thought it was just a case of what she thought about during the day manifesting in her dreams at night. It just so happened that she had a heated argument with Ye Shou and Fubuki last night, which was why their faces appeared in her dreams... It definitely wasn't because she was having romantic feelings for someone!

After a quick wash, Tornado used her telekinesis to roughly tidy up the room, then yawned widely and headed to the dining room.

Her green curly hair was messy and stuck to her cheeks. She floated up using her superpowers, but she still didn't have the majesty of an S-class hero. Instead, she looked a bit lazy like she had just woken up.

Just as Tornado reached the corner of the corridor, she bumped into Fubuki, who was walking towards her.

"Good morning, big sister." Fubuki greeted her with a smile, her voice much softer than usual—Tornado was a little surprised.

Normally, when Fubuki sees her, she always feels a sense of awe and complicated emotions, but now... it's just like a normal, close sister relationship.

Tornado nodded subconsciously in response, but her gaze remained fixed on Fubuki:

She wore only light makeup today, and the beauty between her brows and eyes was just right, making her eyes even more expressive. Her short hair, which was only slightly longer than her ears, was magically tied into a simple bun, with an exquisite hairpin inserted diagonally. The end of the hairpin was adorned with a string of red gemstones that looked like small fruits, swaying gently as she walked, adding a touch of gentleness that she didn't usually possess.

The sharp aura she once exuded has weakened considerably, replaced by a mature and gentle beauty, as if she has suddenly shed her edge and gained a more serene charm.

“You…” Tatsumaki frowned and stared at Fubuki for a long time.

It was just a simple change in appearance, but something felt completely different, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it, so I could only purse my lips in the end.

"It's nothing, I'm leaving... let's go eat."

Fubuki met her gaze calmly, a faint smile on her lips as she followed behind Tatsumaki.

When the two entered the restaurant, there were already quite a few people inside. Ye Shou was sitting by the window, holding a cup of hot tea. When he saw them come in, he looked up and his eyes met Fubuki's. The two did not exchange any words. Fubuki simply brushed a stray hair behind her ear and then, without any hesitation, walked directly to sit down next to Ye Shou.

Tornado watched this scene, and her brows furrowed even more deeply.

Something was definitely not right!

She glanced around and saw that there were still many empty seats at the table, but she deliberately walked straight to the middle of Ye Shou and Chuixue, forcibly separating the two. She even moved slightly towards Ye Shou, almost pushing his arm with her shoulder to squeeze him through.

Fubuki narrowed her eyes slightly.

Instead of being angry, he showed an expression that could be described as "doting".

Ye Shou's helpless expression, combined with Fubuki's reaction, made Tatsumaki, who was between the two, look like a child throwing a tantrum.

'A family of three...'

"It's a family of three."

Is this some kind of morning drama?

In an instant, the atmosphere in the restaurant changed.

A subtle tension filled the air. No one spoke, yet everyone tacitly focused on the table, even slowing down their chewing.

"Fubuki?"

"What's wrong, my dear sister?"

"...Let me make this clear first, I didn't take what happened last night to heart at all, and you don't need to mind it either. Just talk to me as usual."

"This is how I always am."

Fubuki looked at her in confusion: "Sister, did you not sleep well? You're talking strangely."

"..."

Really? Could it really be my problem?

"I've heard that people with short tempers are prone to low blood sugar, so you'd better try to stay calm. Here... this is your favorite tuna."

"Sushi first thing in the morning? That's too... ugh~"

Tornado chewed with her cheeks puffed out; although she said she didn't want it, her stomach betrayed her.

Fubuki, seeing her older sister's adorable, contradictory expression, felt an urge to pat her head, but ultimately refrained from doing so.

For some reason, she feels a surge of affection when she sees small and cute things... Is this maternal instinct?

"Then I'll give you mine too."

Huh? Why should I accept it just because you say so? Who do you think you are to me?

Tornado's attitude was completely different from when she was dealing with Fubuki: "Even if you try to please me, I will not hand my sister over to you!"

"elder sister!"

"Forehead……"

"I can tell at a glance that you have ill intentions towards Fubuki!"

"Isn't it reversed?"

"What? What did you say?"

No~

Is this really something we can watch for free? The heroes exchanged glances, then lowered their heads and pretended not to exist, but none of them were willing to leave.

...Everyone was eating quietly, the atmosphere relaxed and harmonious. The earlier commotion seemed to have never happened. However, the three people involved fell into an awkward silence, deliberately avoiding each other's gaze. Although they were sitting together, it was as if they were separated by an invisible barrier.

Fubuki was secretly dissatisfied. She really wanted to play a feeding game with Ye Shou after their night of passion, even if it was in front of so many S-class heroes. She could also assert her dominance.

But Tatsumaki's earlier words had created an awkward atmosphere, making Fubuki feel a little embarrassed.

And...it's strange how much my sister dislikes Ye Shou. They're practically "friends," and Tornado needs Ye Shou to fulfill her dream, yet her attitude towards him is so cold...

I need to find a way to improve the relationship between these two—that's what Fubuki thought.

As for whether Tornado and Ye Shou have a "private relationship," Fubuki is not worried at all, because she absolutely believes in her own charm.

Last night was truly like a dream. I bet Ye Shou felt the same way. Once you've experienced something like this, you'll never be interested in a tornado that's completely different.

"what?"

Everyone was eating in silence when Tornado suddenly twitched her nose slightly, as if she had sensed something unusual.

She immediately opened her eyes wide and looked at Fubuki with sparkling eyes. Before the black-haired mature woman could react, she moved closer like a curious puppy, her nose almost touching Fubuki's hair, and sniffed around her neck.

"Sister, sister! What are you doing!" Fubuki froze, her cheeks instantly flushing red. Feeling the heat of his breath, she instinctively backed away, even her ears burning.

No... Even though some time has passed, my body is still a bit sensitive!

You've finally achieved a state of inner peace, so don't try to awaken it!

Thinking of this, Fubuki glanced at Ye Shou, seeing his puzzled look, she felt both angry and amused:

In the past, when chatting with other girls, she never quite understood why they had so many complaints about men, but now she understands it a little better.

Because Fubuki was already starting to resent this guy for being irresponsible...

"Fubuki, you?"

Tornado straightened up, her brows furrowing slightly, her eyes filled with suspicion.

Ignoring the shy Fubuki, she turned to look at Ye Shou opposite her. Propelled by telekinesis, she moved so fast that it caught everyone off guard. She turned around and got right in front of him, taking a careful sniff as well.

The people around were taken aback by this sudden action, and they all put down their chopsticks and watched the scene with curiosity.

Ye Shou remained relatively calm, leaning slightly back to avoid suspicion, gently pressing his hand on Long Juan's forehead and softly pushing her away.

"Strange!" Tornado retreated to her seat, her brows furrowing even more, her tone filled with obvious doubt.

"Do you smell like the same shampoo?"

Oh?

Ye Shou blinked, speechless—a rare occurrence for him.

Fubuki kept her head down, and from behind, you could see that the back of her neck was stained pink; she didn't dare to look up and meet Tatsumaki's gaze.

After a brief moment of surprise, Ye Shouze regained his composure and explained in a calm tone, "The hotel provides a uniform style, and everyone's toiletries are similar. It just so happens that we all have the same smell."

"Really? That makes sense."

Tornado tilted her head, the doubt in her green eyes gradually dissipating. She seemed to find the explanation reasonable and didn't ask any further questions.

Picking up another piece of pickled radish, the superpowered girl muttered, "So that's how it is. No wonder it tastes the same."

She didn't notice that her expression relaxed considerably when she said that, and she even smiled unconsciously after taking a bite, like a smug squirrel—the pickled radish did taste good, but it wasn't that delicious.

The way the S-class heroes looked at Ye Shou had completely changed:

This guy is definitely going to get stabbed, right?

"By the way, isn't someone missing?"

Someone tried to break the awkward silence by starting a conversation, and everyone looked around and found that there was indeed an empty seat.

"Where did the zombie man go?"