Starting with one punch, I'll stop being human.

At times, it transforms into a massive, inward-collapsing vortex, swallowing up all light and sound.

At times, it resembles an unstable star, bursting forth with brilliant light from within, illuminating the entire sea of ​​clouds with its light and shadow shifting.

The soft clouds were like a warm bed, and the cold water vapor was evaporated by the scalding body temperature, turning into an even more ambiguous mist.

Here, time loses its meaning.

Tornado felt like a small boat being swept away by a raging storm, its pride and composure crushed by the waves, adrift and swaying in the ocean called Hansen.

Chapter 205 is broken.

Two and a half hours later.

As the violently churning clouds finally subsided, the dazzling golden light in the depths of the sea of ​​clouds gradually faded.

On the outskirts of City A, in a detached mansion district allocated by the Hero Association to S-class heroes.

With a loud bang, the gate of the mansion that the Hero Association had purchased at great expense for the superpowered sisters was knocked open.

Suddenly, it was violently rammed by a psychic force that was emerald green mixed with wisps of chaotic golden light, and slammed heavily against the wall.

A petite figure in emerald green staggered in as if drunk.

She is none other than the dignified, aloof, superpowered queen of the past, the Hero Association's undisputed ultimate ace, the second-ranked S-class hero, "Tornado of Terror"!

At this moment, Tornado no longer looked like the Ice Queen she once was, and instead appeared somewhat disheveled.

That boldly tailored black slit dress was now full of wrinkles, looking like a dried salted vegetable that had been roughly handled for a long time.

The hem of her skirt was still damp, clinging tightly to her shapely figure, a blend of youth and maturity.

It perfectly outlines her incredibly slender waist and pert hips.

Her beautiful emerald green wavy hair was also messy, like a bird's nest ravaged by a category 12 storm.

A few damp strands of hair clung to her flushed cheeks and smooth forehead, adding to her poignant and tragic beauty.

Her cheeks were flushed, a blush that lingered long after intense exercise and extreme shame.

Her usually sharp, emerald-green eyes were now misty and unfocused, her gaze unfocused.

It was as if his soul was still drifting in the clouds beyond the nine heavens.

At this point, the tornado couldn't even maintain a stable flight path. It flew erratically in the living room for a while and almost crashed into the crystal chandelier.

Finally, she managed to adjust her direction and rushed straight into her girlish boudoir.

Like a doll with all its bones removed, she buried her face in the soft, wide princess bed, her face deeply embedded in the velvet pillows.

Then, with her last bit of strength, she pulled the pink silk quilt over herself and covered herself completely from head to toe.

Like a small animal that has suffered a great injustice, it curled itself up into a ball.

Inside the blankets, there was a deathly silence.

A few seconds later, a sob filled with heavy crying and grievance could be heard.

"No... if this continues... it really... it'll really break!!"

That bastard...that pervert...that demon...

How could he... how dare he...?

In that kind of place... and for so long...

Tornado's pretty face flushed, and she bit her lower lip hard, her pearly teeth almost drawing blood from her tender lips.

His body trembled uncontrollably as he recalled those scenes above the clouds, overwhelmed by extreme shame.

The feeling of weightlessness, the pure white world, the inescapable confinement, the fear and pleasure of being completely dominated...

They wove together into a massive net, utterly shattering her reason.

She subconsciously wanted to activate her telekinetic powers to crush the pillow and lamp beside her to vent her anger.

However, when that familiar emerald green energy surged from her body, she was surprised to find that her superpowers were no longer pure.

Within each wisp of emerald green psychic energy, there naturally flows a trace of inescapable, domineering, and dazzling golden light.

That power, like a virus, has been deeply imprinted into the very source of her power.

What made her even more desperate was that this golden power was subtly and spontaneously calming her turbulent mental state and quelling her anger.

At the same time, it is subtly transforming the essence of her power, making it more refined and resilient.

Her body, her superpowers, everything about her has been...

It was completely etched with that man's mark!

This is more domineering and more irresistible than any form of possession!

However, deep within Tornado's mind, an unexpected thought quietly surfaced.

She... didn't seem entirely resistant.

The unprecedented sense of satisfaction deep within my body still manifested as a faint electric current, coursing through my limbs and bones.

The physical fatigue and soreness are real, but so is the ever-expanding pleasure that is explored to the point of insatiable enjoyment.

"No...no! How could I think like that...!"

Tornado shook her head violently, trying to shake the terrible thought out of her mind while pondering a very real problem.

Han Sen's strength lies not only in his combat prowess, but also in... his physical strength.

That seemingly inexhaustible, never-ending energy...

Every time I'm pushed to my physical and mental limits, what will happen next?

Will he go even further next time?

Can one person really handle it?

"What should I do... I'm completely alone..."

This desperate thought swirled in my mind.

Just then, an absurd scene that she herself had never expected flashed through her mind without warning.

The image shows a mature figure wearing a dark green bodycon skirt.

That beautiful figure, so much fuller and more mature than mine, those enviable curves, those beautiful eyes that always held a defiant look...

If it were with Fubuki... if the two of them teamed up... wouldn't they be able to...?

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh-!!!"

The tornado inside the blanket suddenly bounced and then rolled around on the floor.

—What...what was I thinking just now?!

That's a snowstorm!

She's the only silly little sister she's protected since she was a child, the one she cherishes most!

How could you... how could you even have such a thought?!

At that moment, the shame stemming from this immoral thought made Tornado feel like she was about to be... taken advantage of by that man.

It's completely ruined.

Just as she was sinking into the abyss of self-loathing and almost driven mad by her own thoughts.

For some reason, the matcha cream puff that Han Sen ordered for her at the restaurant that day suddenly resurfaced in her mind.

The emerald green powder looked just like her hair color.

The pure white, creamy, and trembling cream overflowing from the top opening...

That shape, so full it seemed it could burst open from the inside out at any moment...

An uncontrollable surge of scalding heat, mixed with endless shame and a newly emerging sense of guilt, rushed straight to the top of my head like a burst dam.

Tornado felt like her head was being boiled at 100 degrees Celsius, and all her rationality and thinking ability were being evaporated in an instant.

She buried her face deeper and harder into the soft pillow, and with all her might, let out a mournful cry that was a mixture of despair and a trace of broken joy.

"Woo...Woo..."

There's absolutely no going back.

Chapter 206 Hot Pot & Dream

City Z, no man’s land.

In that small apartment in Saitama, under the warm yellow light, the familiar hot pot was bubbling and steaming.

The rich aroma mixed with the billowing white steam almost blurred the faces of the three men at the table.

Today's hot pot theme is nourishing food, a feast for the elite.

Who says the world's number one luckiest person isn't a strong person?

As for why Han Sen didn't bring Tornado, well, those who know, know.

After all, Tornado needs rest more than nutritional supplements right now.

Neither Han Sen nor Saitama immediately launched into battle. The atmosphere in the room was exceptionally harmonious and warm, filled with the bubbling sound of the hot pot.

"So, Han Sen, are all these...special ingredients of yours really okay?"

King carefully picked up a slice of snowflake-shaped pork that was bobbing up and down in the red oil broth with his chopsticks.

The slices of meat were cut very thinly, with a perfect balance of fat and lean meat. Once cooked, the aroma of the meat filled the air, making it as perfect as a work of art.

He glanced again at the several radish chunks in the pot, each larger than an adult's fist, his face filled with indescribable turmoil and terror.

Ever since eating the hotpot that Han Sen brought, I unexpectedly awakened my superpowers.

King now feels an uncontrollable chill whenever he sees these high-end, special ingredients that look exceptionally appealing and clearly not ordinary.

Even though his superpowers had grown to the point where he could easily manipulate tens or hundreds of kilograms of metal, the "Emperor Engine" in his chest was still constantly heating up due to tension, making a noise that even he found annoying.

—If I eat this stuff… I hope it won’t awaken some strange new thing in me.

King subconsciously touched his thick blond hair, then glanced at the shiny bald head opposite him, and the alarm bells in his mind rang even louder.

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"Eat with confidence, the ingredients are absolutely fresh and very clean."

With a calm expression, Han Sen picked up a perfectly cooked slice of "100,000-year-old wild ginseng" from the boiling soup and casually put it into Saitama's bowl.

The ginseng slices were crystal clear, radiating an intense and irresistible life energy.

"Look at Saitama, he's eating so heartily."

"Mmm! Han Sen, this radish of yours is so crunchy! Sweet and crunchy!"

Saitama, with his simple art style, completely ignores the terrifyingly high temperature of the freshly cooked ingredients, wielding his chopsticks like a phantom.

In an instant, his mouth was stuffed full, his cheeks bulging like a hamster's, and he chewed heartily while mumbling his sincere praise.

King: "..."

Looking at Saitama's pure, unwavering attitude, as if nothing could stop him from doing his job, King felt a sense of powerlessness.

Perhaps... this is the world of the strong.

What ordinary people fear as a mysterious ingredient is nothing more than "a crisp radish" in their mouths.

"Come on, come on, don't be shy," Han Sen said, as if by magic, he pulled out a large amount of freshly sliced ​​radishes from thin air and poured them into the hot pot, while also filling King's bowl. "There are plenty of radishes!"

King sighed deeply, but ultimately couldn't resist the overwhelming aroma that filled his nostrils, and resignedly stuffed the radish into his mouth.

The next second, his eyes widened suddenly.

No chewing is required at all; the strange radish melts in your mouth!

The delicious flavors exploded on my taste buds, and the powerful yet gentle life energy slid down my throat into my stomach.

A warm current instantly swept through his limbs and bones, causing his superpowers to increase exponentially, and every cell in his body collectively let out a satisfied groan.

—It smells so good!