Great, we're doomed now!

She didn't understand the point of Fubuki's actions. Since that woman had chosen to self-destruct, it meant she had no regrets or lingering attachments, and there was no need for anyone else to be sad for her.

Ye Shouze said softly: Funerals exist for the living, not the dead.

When he subconsciously touched his head, Tornado didn't react at first, but then glared at Ye Shou and said, "Hey, you... do you think I'm a child?"

Then she brought up her promise to Ye Shou: "It's about time I became an adult, stop making excuses!"

"Oh, of course."

Ye Shou nodded and quickly withdrew his hand, indicating that he would not break his promise, but he also smiled and said, "Actually, you are just as cute now, there is no need to be in such a hurry... People always yearn for what they do not have, and look down on what they already have. You should have more confidence."

Tornado's appearance isn't a flaw, but rather a characteristic; some people might even envy her for not looking her age.

"what?"

Tornado blushed slightly, but immediately retorted in protest: "I'm not that old to begin with... It's not about that kind of thing, I just want a body that's easier to use in battle... Yes! That's it!"

"If you say so, then it is."

Ye Shou shrugged, looking indifferent, which infuriated Long Juan. She swung her little fist and punched Ye Shou.

"You really know how to make people angry!"

"Haha, sorry, sorry, I guess I was born with this talent~"

"Really!"

Hehe~

"Are you two happy to leave me aside?"

Ye Shou and Long Juan were both taken aback.

Fubuki, having finished her mourning at some point, walked over, her eyes almost glued to the two of them, scanning them and focusing on the fist that Tatsumaki had placed on Ye Shou's chest.

"No..." Tornado instinctively tried to explain, but swallowed her words halfway through, a slightly embarrassed blush appearing on her face.

No, what is she explaining... There's no need to feel embarrassed, there's no place she can't be seen in!

"You~"

Fubuki looked at Ye Shou, a hint of resentment in her eyes: "When your girlfriend is sad and disappointed, instead of comforting her, you're flirting with her sister..."

"Who's flirting!" Tornado's voice rose several octaves, and Ye Shouze raised his hand again to pat Tornado's head, as if to soothe a cat with its fur standing on end.

...This time, the tornado didn't react in time and naturally accepted the touch.

"Maintaining good relationships with your girlfriend's family is also part of a boyfriend's job." He smiled, his tone relaxed. "After all, we'll be family in the future."

Fubuki's face flushed red.

"Who, who wants to become family with you..." She turned her face away, her voice growing softer and softer.

Tornado paused for a moment, a complex emotion flashing in her large eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.

"Stop with the nonsense." The strongest psychic with the loli appearance slapped Ye Shou's hand away. "You should keep your promise to me, shouldn't you?"

Ye Shou raised an eyebrow: "Now?"

“Now,” Tornado’s tone left no room for argument, “everything’s over anyway, you’re just idling around, and besides, didn’t you say you were going to do something big soon? Stop making excuses to delay!”

"Ok."

Ye Shou shrugged and reached out his hand to Tornado.

"Let's go then... How about we find a hotel room? I can turn you into an adult right now."

"...Could you two please stop talking so strangely?" Fubuki protested again, her voice tinged with sarcasm.

Although she said she could "share," it was just a little secret between the two sisters, and she was a little excited at the time, and went a bit overboard.

Seeing the "friendly interaction" between the two of them in person... it was still quite unpleasant.

"Then... will Fubuki come along too?"

Ye Shou naturally reached out his hand to her as well, making him appear as if he were openly waiting for someone to throw themselves into his arms, which seemed inexplicably frivolous.

"You can just stand by and supervise, that way you won't get jealous, right?"

"Who, who's jealous!"

-

Tornado awoke from a deep exhaustion... her body felt sticky, the unique discomfort that comes after sweat has dried.

The bed beneath her was incredibly soft, and the blankets were fluffy and light, like a cloud pressing down on her.

I groggily opened my eyes and was greeted by an unfamiliar ceiling. A warm yellow wall lamp cast a soft glow in the corner, and the curtains were drawn tightly, making it impossible to tell whether it was day or night outside.

Where is this?

She propped herself up on the bed, the blanket slipping off her shoulders, the coolness immediately touching her skin, which made her glance down—

Her body, with its uneven shape, was covered in a set of light green silk pajamas. The fabric was smooth and soft, with delicate lace embroidered on the cuffs and collar. It was clearly not her own, since she never wore pajamas of this style.

Hmm? Ups and downs?

Something's not right.

Tornado frowned, threw back the covers to get out of bed, and the moment her feet touched the carpet, she suddenly realized the problem:

The line of sight seems... a bit higher?

She paused for a moment, then looked at her body again—

Then his eyes widened suddenly!

The neckline of her pajamas was slightly open, revealing a patch of fair skin below her collarbone.

It was no longer the flat, even somewhat pitiful body I remembered, but rather one with gentle undulations. Although not particularly large, its lines were smooth and natural, perfectly supporting the fabric of the pajamas.

She can definitely be described as having "physical beauty"!

She subconsciously raised her hand, which was thinner and longer than before, with clearly defined wrist bones and long fingertips.

Tornado walked barefoot to the dressing mirror in the corner of the room in a few steps, and the girl in the mirror—no, the young woman—made her freeze in shock.

Her legs have become longer, her waistline has been raised, and her whole body seems to have been lengthened again, with incredibly balanced proportions.

The hem of her pajamas barely covered her upper thighs, revealing a pair of straight, smooth legs. The lines behind her knees were delicate and soft, and the curves of her calves were so smooth that they looked as if they had been drawn.

The youthful, full breasts of a young girl, combined with a slender waist and slightly outward-flaring hips, create an alluring curve.

Tornado turned to the side, looking at her curvaceous profile in the mirror, and let out a suppressed, almost disbelieving gasp.

Although her current body can't compare to the mature, sophisticated figure of someone like Fubuki, it's more than enough for her to be a print model.

Ye Shou had previously made her temporarily appear as an "adult," but it was never as perfect as it is now!

It feels like a proportionally enlarged version with added details, exactly how Tornado imagined herself!

(After all, Ye Shou didn't make so many figurines for nothing.)

"This is......"

She raised her hand, her fingertips gently touching the mirror. The cool touch reminded her that this was not an illusion.

Memories flooded back into my mind like a tide:

Ye Shou led the two of them away from the ruins of Z City and back to Fubuki's residence, where a long, aching "massage" ensued.

The feeling was strange... The whole process lasted for an unknown amount of time. She just felt more and more sleepy, and finally her eyelids became so heavy that she couldn't lift them, so she simply fell asleep.

After all, they had just gone through a major battle, so it's normal to be a little tired.

Tornado snapped out of her reverie, looked at her transformed self in the mirror, and a slow, uncontrollable smile crept onto her lips.

She raised her arm, bent her elbow, and looked at the thin muscle lines that appeared on her upper arm. She then tiptoed, feeling the light balance of her body.

Although her body was slender, it was by no means the kind that was frail and weak, which pleased her greatly.

It's perfect!

She couldn't wait to run out and share this joy with someone—no, to show it off!

A complex mix of emotions welled up inside her—triumph, smugness, and a hint of inexplicable tension.

What expression would Fubuki have if she saw her like this?

Thinking about this, Tornado suddenly realized a problem:

Who changed her clothes?

She frowned, trying hard to recall the details of last night. She remembered that she hadn't taken off her clothes, but she had changed into this nightgown when she woke up... Fubuki must have helped her change?

Well, don't overthink it, there's no other possibility.

Although Ye Shou is unreliable, he wouldn't take advantage of someone in a vulnerable situation, especially with Fubuki as the supervisor.

She cleared her throat, preparing to call out to Fubuki so her younger sister could come and share with her—

He stopped abruptly as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Ok?"

There's a sound coming from outside the door...

It was very light, but exceptionally clear in the quiet room. It was a rustling sound, like something was rubbing against something, interspersed with intermittent panting, the rhythm sometimes fast and sometimes slow, as if someone was doing something physically demanding.

Tornado frowned, a bad feeling creeping into her heart.

She quietly floated away from the room. The living room was even dimmer, and the doors on both sides were closed. Only the bathroom door at the end of the corridor was ajar, with warm yellow light shining through the crack and casting a thin beam of light on the floor.

...The sound came from the bathroom.

The closer you get, the clearer the sound becomes: rapid breathing, and the occasional suppressed hum, as if squeezed out from deep in the throat.

Tornado's ears felt slightly hot, and an expression of disbelief appeared on her face:

Are these two idiots? They must be idiots!

Even monkeys in heat won't cuddle together when others are around!

Thinking and complaining like this, yet unable to stop herself from slowly approaching the bathroom door—

You can't do that!

Even if she lacked common sense, Tornado knew that this was extremely perverted behavior, and once discovered, it couldn't be easily dismissed with a few words.