As the hours slipped away unnoticed, the once-blue sky transformed into a vibrant shade of orange. As the soft glow of daylight filtered into the room, its ambiance transformed into a realm of heightened aesthetics. However, any observer who cast their gaze upon the bed positioned at its center would find themselves unable to suppress a disapproving shake of the head.
After indulging in a series of unspeakable acts, the three of us found ourselves sprawled upon a messy bed, utterly spent. I, in particular, felt a profound sense of exhaustion. Ever since I reluctantly agreed to participate in my mother's experimental endeavor aimed at strengthening my physique, my vitality has been steadily sapped with each passing day.
As my thoughts meandered, a gentle thing in my grasp inexplicably vanished. Simultaneously, Fubuki roused from her slumber, her arms extending in a passive stretch. With weariness etched upon her face, she cast a glance in my direction and then directed her gaze towards Lily, a look laden with unspoken words.
Look at the mess you two have created…
When Fubuki realized I was awake, she swiftly averted her gaze and rose to her feet. There was a profound silence between us as if words had become obsolete. My gaze fixated on her flawless figure, standing gracefully by the window. The soft rays of the setting sun enveloped her, casting an ethereal glow that highlighted her beauty.
As I anticipated her intention to freshen up in the bathroom, Fubuki instead approached the table to retrieve the file that Lily had previously placed there. Without delay, she returned to the bed.
She began reading the report inscribed within the file, her voice taking on a hushed tone as if she wished not to disturb the sleeping Lily. However, it was evident that her intention was for me to lend an ear, as she wouldn't have taken the trouble to read it otherwise.
"According to the reports that the Blizzard group managed to gather through special channels, it seems like the Heroes Association is delaying their investigation into you."
Fubuki diligently read the report, absorbing its contents with unwavering focus and meticulous attention to detail. As she spoke, I simply listened, allowing her words to flow freely. To my astonishment, I got a lot more useful information than I thought.
"So, I take it your little scheme to turn Mosquito into an unexpected hero actually worked?"
"I think so. As long as she has support from society, her past will no longer matter... other than that, what about Saitama and his student Genos?"
Failing to capitalize on opportunities within one's reach is foolish. Hence, when I have control over Fubuki, the owner of the illustrious Blizzard group, it is only natural that I will make the most of her. One effective method involves maintaining a vigilant watch over the activities of Saitama and Genos.
Once the Blizzard group had expanded to its current size, keeping tabs on someone around the clock was no longer daunting. We had become well-versed in the art of locating individuals who could handle the job with ease. Fubuki had confided in me once, revealing that she had a network of individuals diligently observing Saitama's every move within the confines of city Z.
"After rising fast to get first place in class C, Saitama managed to gain the trust of the Heroes Association, and I heard that he was promoted to class B not long ago."
"Meanwhile, cyborg Genos still maintains his position in 5th place in class B, but I'm sure it won't be long before he enters the top 3... maybe the reason Lily is trying hard and get into the top ten is to catch up with this newcomer."
"Are you sure that's her only reason?"
Our eyes were drawn to Lily, who lay peacefully asleep beside me. Fubuki understood the weight of my unspoken words, her expression shifting to melancholic.
"She is quite the troublesome girl. For my sake, she never fails to give me cause for concern."
"But you like it, right? Even though you are always fixated on your dreams, you still try to make your subordinates' dreams come true, especially this girl," I responded while gently grasping her hand and tenderly pressing it against my lips.
Fubuki's usually composed demeanor faltered momentarily, a flicker of fluster crossing her face. Her voice, too, betrayed a hint of nervousness as she reread the report clutched tightly in her hand. However, the fleeting sensation of warmth lingered, refusing to dissipate.
"I've investigated. The person who has been stalking you lately is Puri Puri Prisoner, an S-class professional hero. It seems he still wants to reveal your involvement with monsters."
"I already expected it, but somehow, I feel like someone else is still targeting me."
"I'll look into it again, but have you heard that Silver Fang's dojo is accepting students again? And because of the large number of people signing up to become professional heroes, he doesn't stop smiling every time I meet him at the Hero Association."
At that moment, I could feel Lily's body moving. Intrigued, I instinctively shifted my gaze towards her, only to witness the gradual unveiling of her once-closed eyes. My hand extended a warm greeting, tenderly brushing against her head. However, Lily withdrew abruptly as she was about to bring one of my fingers to her lips.
As I observed her tenderly suckling my finger, reminiscent of an innocent baby, a wry smile tugged at the corners of my lips. Yet, I found myself calm by this peculiar display, swiftly redirecting my attention to the ongoing conversation with Fubuki.
"Who do you think is the cause… But, speaking of Silver Fang and his dojo, isn't there a martial arts tournament being held?"
Fubuki's initial reaction was one of smug laugh. However, as she attentively absorbed my conversation about the upcoming martial arts tournament, her expression transformed into one of genuine surprise. "Funny enough, I was just about to inform you that the highly anticipated martial arts tournament will be held at the C-City Super Stadium towards the end of this year. How did you already know this?"
"This martial arts tournament is held every six months, right?... I plan to take part in it later."
"It seems that's impossible because this tournament is intended to invite acknowledged dojos to send members to compete," remarked Lily, her words laced with a touch of skepticism. Although she seemed wide awake, her persistent finger-sucking habit gave me cause for concern.
Upon further reflection, it dawns on me that Saitama managed to participate in the tournament by assuming the identity of Charanko, one of Silver Fang's disciples.
"Don't worry, I'll just disguise myself and make up a story that I'm from some nameless dojo or something."
As I concluded my argument, my attention was unavoidably drawn to the sight of Fubuki's nipples, which had unexpectedly become erect. As we navigate this moment, it's worth noting that the three of us remain unclothed while the night sky envelops us in its velvety darkness. The chill in the air seems to stir a response within us, as evidenced by the reawakening of my dick.
With a surge of enthusiasm, I sprang out of bed, proposing a plan before I went home, "Shall we cleanse ourselves together?"
Lily's face fell slightly, a hint of disappointment flickering in her eyes. "Ehhh, why don't you just stay over tonight," Despite her initial reaction, Lily complied, swiftly rising from the bed and eagerly trailing behind me as we made our way to the bathroom.
In the midst of it all, Fubuki paused for a moment, inhaling deeply as she set aside the file she held. With a determined resolve, she trailed behind, ready to face whatever lay ahead. As I caught a glimpse of her mischievous grin, it became evident that she was eagerly anticipating the events about to happen. She wasn't disappointed, for the events developing in the bathroom were just as wild as their passionate encounters in bed.