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

This guy's extraordinary bone hardness is quite interesting. If we hand it over to the doctor and Sykes for research, there might be some surprises.

One-Punch Kimimaro?

Han Sen had no interest in the fate of these small fry; what he truly cared about was the "Machine God" organization behind the "Peach Blossom Spring Group."

Yes, there is a lot of evidence to prove that their shadows are also behind "NEO.HEROES".

This organization possesses robotic technology far exceeding the current level of technology, and has been stealing technology from S-class heroes and Child Emperor's mentor, "Metal Knight," seemingly intending to replace humanity through mechanical ascension.

A bunch of lumps of iron dare to attempt to rule the world?

Have you asked the Monster King yet?

City Z, no man’s land.

The apartment in Saitama can no longer be described as an apartment.

What was originally a somewhat shabby bachelor's residence has been transformed into a luxurious multi-family penthouse with a completely upgraded interior space thanks to Han Sen's "magical power of imagination".

In Han Sen's private suite, a huge LCD TV was playing a magical girl anime with bizarre visuals, in which the protagonist was using physical methods to exorcise her enemies.

Han Sen lay on his side on the soft sofa, enjoying the treatment of an emperor.

He opened his mouth, and Fubuki, who was kneeling beside him, picked up a peeled grape, raised her fair little hand, and gently put it into his mouth.

She wore a dark green bodycon dress that perfectly accentuated her voluptuous curves. Her usually proud and aloof face was now flushed with a complex blush.

She didn't dare look Han Sen in the eye, but kept her head down, concentrating on the fruit in the fruit plate, as if it were some important mission that required the full effort of a B-level first-rank hero.

On the other side of the sofa, Tornado sat with her arms crossed, puffing out her cheeks like a cat with its fur standing on end.

Beneath her signature black high-slit skirt, her two fair legs dangled impatiently, her petite body seemingly containing a volcano ready to erupt at any moment.

"Puff Sauce, I want to eat potato chips." Han Sen didn't even look at her, his eyes still glued to the TV, and said lazily.

Tornado stiffened for a moment, and a hint of shame and anger flashed in her emerald green eyes as Fubuki looked on with curiosity.

"Sister, what is a cream puff...?"

"Alright, stop asking!"

"Uh huh...!"

Chapter 249 Fubuki in Action

Tornado casually used her telekinesis to suffocate her sister's mouth, while a powerful, miniature figure roared wildly in her mind.

—That bastard Han Sen! How dare he... how dare he order me around like that in front of Fubuki!

Being slightly tipsy and being sober are two different states. When you're slightly tipsy, you can be very clingy, but when you're sober, you can be quite ashamed and proud.

She was screaming like that in her mind, but her body was telling the truth.

Especially after that absurd night, she knew she could no longer escape this man's grasp.

"snort……!"

Tornado grumbled unhappily, but still reluctantly picked up a bag of potato chips from the coffee table, roughly tore open the packaging, and stretched out her short, Doraemon-like hand, which resembled a character from a Doraemon anime, and held it to Han Sen's mouth.

Han Sen didn't even look at it, opened his mouth and bit down with a "crunch", and even deliberately sucked on it.

Tornado jerked her hand back as if she'd been electrocuted, her cheeks instantly turning as red as a ripe apple.

She was both ashamed and angry, but dared not lash out.

Han Sen replied matter-of-factly, "Huh? Isn't it common sense to suck your fingers while eating potato chips?"

The tornado's air was chilling.

—Then go suck your own!

She turned her head away, turning the back of her head towards Han Sen, and muttered something like "bastard" and "pervert" under her breath.

Han Sen ignored her and enjoyed this rare moment of leisure.

Conquering the world is nothing compared to the comfort of having women on both sides like this.

Seeing her sister's discomfiture, Fubuki felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

—Unbelievable, I never thought my sister would be manipulated like this.

But more than anything, it was a complex feeling of sympathy for someone in the same boat.

Isn't she the same?

Fubuki, who was standing to the side, felt a light pat on her thigh covered by thin silk. She immediately understood and picked up another cherry, skillfully removed the pit with her fingers, and then put it to Han Sen's mouth.

Han Sen couldn't help but sigh, "It's definitely better to have a mature, sophisticated woman."

The parameters match perfectly without any adjustments; a single glance is enough to know what's needed.

At the same time, he glanced at the arrogant older sister beside him, the meaning of which couldn't be clearer.

Look at this person!

Tornado: “…”

An eerie harmony settled over the living room.

The wind on the rooftop was a bit strong, blowing through Fubuki's long, smooth, black hair.

With her eyes closed, she slowly raised her hands, and a pale blue psychic aura began to emanate from her body.

This is a habit she has maintained for many years: practicing superpower meditation and training every morning without fail.

Hard work was the only way for her to catch up with her sister, although the result was that she couldn't even see her shadow.

"Barrier, deploy!"

Fubuki gave a low shout in her heart, and the pale blue energy spread rapidly outwards from her center, forming a huge hemispherical barrier that enveloped the entire rooftop.

In the past, maintaining such a large barrier would have been a huge burden for her.

She could only hold on for a maximum of three minutes before her mental energy began to be rapidly depleted, her forehead would break out in sweat, and her barrier would become unstable and could collapse at any moment.

But today...

A minute passed.

Two minutes passed.

Five minutes passed.

Fubuki remained calm and composed, showing no signs of strain whatsoever.

The pale blue barrier was so solid it was almost tangible; even the dust blown up by the wind on the rooftop couldn't create a ripple when it hit it.

"The feeling I had before wasn't an illusion; I really am getting stronger every day!"

Fubuki's eyes shimmered with a pale golden light, her emotions growing increasingly agitated.

She could clearly feel that the total amount of telekinetic energy in her body was increasing every day, and so far, it was at least three times stronger than before!

Moreover, the quality of these powers has become purer, making them easy to control without any sense of sluggishness.

"Hellfire!"

She tried raising her hand and pointing it at the deserted, abandoned building in the distance, using her signature ability.

A psychic tornado, several times stronger than before, instantly formed, tearing through the air and violently crashing into the object, carrying debris stirred up by the psychic force!

Boom——! !

The abandoned building, which was more than ten stories high, was as fragile as paper the moment it came into contact with the tornado. The reinforced concrete was easily twisted, torn apart, and pulverized!

The dust and sand kicked up were flying everywhere!

In just a few seconds, a building was reduced to rubble.

"Ah this..."

Fubuki stared blankly at her masterpiece, her little mouth slightly open, unable to close it for a long time.

This power... has far exceeded her past limits!

Did I really do this?

Fubuki looked down at her fair and slender hands, still feeling a sense of unreality.

She could feel a warm and powerful energy flowing slowly from the deepest part of her body.

Although the total amount was not large, it nourished every cell of hers like a gentle stream, perfectly blending with her own psychokinetic energy.

It's... Han Sen!

A name instantly popped into her mind.

Previously, I had some doubts about the source of the power, but now I am 100% certain!

Immediately afterwards, those shameful and absurd memories that she had deliberately forgotten flooded her mind again, like a burst dam.

The man's strong physique, his domineering gaze, and... the image of herself and her sister helplessly submitting to his pleasure beneath her.

Fubuki's pretty face instantly turned as red as if it were about to bleed, and a surge of heat rushed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, making her feel dizzy.

She had some suspicions before, and now she is even more certain.

The root cause of my inexplicable surge in telekinesis lies with that man!

In the midst of endless pleasure, the gifts from Han Sen subtly optimized and transformed them!

A mix of emotions surged within Fubuki's heart, creating a turbulent storm.

Shame, anger, resentment... and a hint of excitement and smugness.

This is what she has longed for most since she was a child!

She put in so much effort to catch up with her sister, but all she ever got in return was that unbridgeable chasm.

And now, just from being with that man... she has gained such a huge boost.

—If...if we could get more...

—Will I be able to catch up with my sister someday, or even... surpass her?

The moment this thought arose, her heart pounded wildly, like a deer leaping in its belly.

Recalling her sister's helpless and resentful demeanor in front of Han Sen, she realized that even someone as strong as her sister could be completely defeated one day.

And the man who conquered my sister, now... belongs to me too.

Fubuki's heart raced uncontrollably as she realized she had found a true shortcut.

A shortcut that will allow her to truly catch up with her sister in terms of strength!

"Han Sen..."

Fubuki murmured the name softly, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

There was fear, dependence, and shyness, but more than anything, there was an unprecedented... burning passion.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging emotions within her.

She glanced down at her skin, which had become more translucent due to her increased power, and her increasingly perfect curves, and an uncontrollable smile curved her lips.

Since we can't resist, then... let's just enjoy it.

Perhaps taking a more proactive approach would yield greater benefits?

In Fubuki's heart, a bold plan quietly took shape...

—How about… Sister… um, it should be fine!

A pale blue superpower light flashed, immediately enveloping her and sending her flying off the rooftop.

Chapter 250 Tornado: My Home Was Robbed!

The top of a skyscraper in the no-man's-land of Z City.

Tornado sat on the cold edge of the rooftop, her petite body exposed. Beneath her long, black dress with its high slits, her two fair and delicate legs swayed unconsciously in the morning breeze.

Bathed in the golden light of the rising sun, her delicate skin seemed to glow, her beauty otherworldly. Her seaweed-like emerald green curls danced freely in the wind, obscuring half of her stunning face.

Tornado's unfocused emerald eyes stared blankly at the cloudless sky, lost in thought.