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Here's some 'fruits' for the fanns of the genre. I have to warn you beforehand that there's OOCiness here, as there's no canon material from ONE or Murata on lovemaking in OPM to refer to. Therefore, I tried to make a mix of whatever I could imagine from the pair's original chars and my own sense of romance.

Also, I would like to mention that despite this being a lemon, don't expect any too excessive stuff. I strive to be sensual, not lewd.

Have a pleasant reading!

Serious Connection (Very Serious)

Saitama's previous kiss was rough and forceful, an unrestrained beast running wild inside Fubuki's mouth. Compared to that, the way he was kissing her at the moment was overflowing with gentleness. He wasn't trying to dominate her but rather caress her tongue with his own; he was pampering her senses with the delicacy of a romantic lover.

Fubuki reciprocated by acting similarly, lost in a passionate exchange of fluids and pathos. She couldn't deny that she flew to the boundary of bliss at how he kissed her earlier, yet his current kiss was simply soothing her soul. It engulfed and captivated her every thought, granting her the privilege of temporarily forgetting anything negative.

When they broke off it slightly later, Saitama lifted his head up a bit, enough to have a full view of her face but not so much as to severe their intertwined breaths. Fubuki was so enticing, so graceful that he felt his mental restrains shattering to pieces.

Succumbing to his natural urges, he pushed his mouth into her neck, starting to kiss and suck it like his life depended on it.

''Yah!'' Fubuki yelped, feeling her skin tingling before his moist assault.

His manner was so intense it ended up filling her neck's right side with distinct hickeys. As his portrait of lust finished, he switched to the left, repeating the exact same activity with the exact same restless vigor. Fubuki's skin tasted so delicious he couldn't help it. Was it how she attended to her body daily? Was it maybe what she had done to herself that specific day? He couldn't tell for sure. The only thing he knew was that he couldn't get enough of her.

He planted his kiss marks on her left side alike, giving himself a second to appreciate his work, and next set course for below, leaving behind a trace of saliva descending her neck like a transparent river. Not long after, he arrived at the first obstacle — her luscious pair of breasts. Settled on conquering the twin peaks of flesh, he climbed his tongue first on the left, licking it sensually. When at the top eventually, he was met with her bra closing off his path. The usual would be for him to pull it down, as to release her constrained area, or help her take it off anyhow, yet he wasn't exactly the 'usual' type, was he? Slipping his right hand behind her, in the extremely narrow gap between her back and the bed's mattress, he unhooked the troublesome garment and biting the outline of its front's left side, he removed it in a quick jerk of his teeth, making Fubuki launch her arms up because of the force. Following that, he tossed it on the floor, she watching him in absolute astonishment at his unexpected assertiveness.

''Um! Was it too much?'' he inquired upon noticing her reaction, putting his quest for pleasure on brief hold.

''If you try to be more reserved from now on, it'll be all right, I think,'' Fubuki replied, realizing from his uncomfortable expression that he had acted on mere impulse.

''Got it!'' Relieved that he didn't ruin the mood with that thoughtless move, Saitama returned to her glorious bust, currently bare for him to relish it to the fullest, and enveloped her left nipple in the gentle embrace of his lips.

Fubuki let out a stifled squeak. ''Unk!''

That being a good sign for him to keep his work going, he began twirling his tongue around her areola, sending dozens of electric-like torrents through her entire body. To increase it, he cupped her other breast with his dominant hand, having pulled it free under her back and using it to fondle the supple mound in modesty. The truth was that his instincts as a male demanded for him to go rougher, the feeling of Fubuki's ample, bouncy breasts on his mouth and palm being too exquisite to resist. However, he had just agreed to tone it down, and he wasn't a man to go back on his word — considering the occasion, he literally cursed himself for that.

He whipped his wet muscle all over her left breast and kneaded the right deftly, his senses concentrated on the maximum as to savor each spot of her skin separately. It was just incredible, better than any pleasant experience of his life. Full of excitement and motivation, he alternated between the two grandiose hills to take a taste of her right, covering the previous one with his left palm. It wasn't like he would discover any noticeable difference, no, but he wanted to have a full take on both her magnificent assets.

For her part, while he was deeply engrossed in his 'analysis' of her chest, Fubuki was struggling with herself to hold back a series of succumbing moans that were certain to entirely destroy her image as a strong and unshakable woman. How was he doing it, really? Somehow, Saitama knew precisely how to drive her to the edge. It was unexplainable, absurd, where had he learnt those movements?

Moving on to the next step, the bald hero released her bosom and proceeded with delivering more satisfaction to the rest of her body. He kissed his way downwards, to her nether regions, gliding his hands down along her sides. For someone expertizing in mental powers, Fubuki's muscles were quite taut, bestowing upon her a toned figure standing on equal footing with a sports model. She was tight yet soft, creating a well-balanced contradiction that drew him to crave her even more.

As he slid further down, he arrived at her most precious area, the entrance to her maidenhood; once again, he was before an obstacle of daring design. Making another blunder wasn't an option, though. As such, he clasped her black lace panties from their waistband's sides and with slow, careful motions pulled them down, prompting her to squat her legs slightly so he could remove them completely. What he came upon the following instant left him speechless from awe; he was looking straight at her dripping privates, the sight drawing him in as if he was being magnetized. Considering his age, he naturally possessed all the standard knowledge about women, yet it was his first time having one willing to share her 'secrets' with him.

''Is there… something wrong?'' Fubuki asked him worriedly, her every cell burning from embarrassment and nervousness. He was staring at that particular part of hers like he had been overtaken by some astounding scenery.

''Um? Ah, no! It's just that I haven't done this before, so I haven't seen a woman over here up close… It's very beautiful.'' There he was again, slapping delicacy right in the face — and taken it was him, there wouldn't be much of it left intact afterwards.

''W-What are you mumbling about?! Do you even realize to what you're referring to?!'' A very rare phenomenon as that might have been, she stuttered like another upset, bashful school girl before her boyfriend's most daring compliment. She would undoubtedly suffer a storm of scolding if Tatsumaki ever happened to learn that her younger sister reacted in such a weak manner in front of an indelicately bold comment like that.

Compared to her, Saitama approached the case as if it was no big deal at all. ''Yeah. It's pretty, so why shouldn't point it out?''

''You can't tell women stuff like that so casually!''

''Why?''

''It's too embarrassing to handle!'' Should a thermometer be placed next to the raven-haired esper's head, it was pretty much certain that it would explode from the heat emitted from her flushed face.

Still unable to cope with the 'wrong' in praising what was worth of praise, confused Saitama scratched his left cheek with his right index finger. He couldn't comprehend why it was so bad. It was the truth, after all.

''That so…?'' he mumbled. He directed his gaze back to Fubuki's 'flower gate.' ''In that case, there's no problem with admiring directly instead of expressing it verbally, is there?'' Before she had the slightest chance to respond, he dove into the narrow passage separating her slender legs, starting to arouse her womanhood with eager lashes of his tongue.

''MNNAH!'' Fubuki cried out, every single of her efforts to resist her moans falling to ruins.

Saitama's ministration on her vagina was beyond extraordinary. He was bombarding it with a barrage of dexterous strokes, raising a colossal earthquake of ecstasy within her existence. He licked and licked, sometimes also adding soft nibbles of his lips; he was 'eating her out' and it would be a lie to say he didn't love it with all his being.

''NO…! AHH…! WHAT IS THIS…?! AAH…! IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE! IT FEELS UNBELIEVABLE!''

Fubuki was squirming uncontrollably, trembling from head to toe in a gleeful session of thanking God for being born to experience such immense fulfillment. That and also for having the luck to encounter the only guy able to flip over her whole world.

''Saitama… Wait… Please, give me a moment to rest…'' she pleaded in an attempt to regain control over her body.

In spite of that, Saitama's response wasn't the desired one. Possessed by his lustful hunger, her words were filtered to passing noise in his ears. He was savoring her personal taste too much to put a break to it so ingloriously. Instead, he raised it up a notch, pushing his mouth further into her crotch, to the point of erasing even the tiny gap of air that had been left to separate them in the middle of his advances.

''YAAHHNN!'' Her reflexes acting automatically upon such intensity, Fubuki's legs smacked themselves on his head, entrapping it between her shapely thighs. Desperate, she reached her hands down to grab onto something, his hair — what hair? Her options for a means to withstand the consecutive thrills were limited to only one, and that was a shiny, perfectly round egg, which she clutched on to as though she was planning to tear apart.

Cool as possible with all that, Saitama kept on unhindered, employing his hands as to caress the smooth pillars of flesh squeezing his skull. He wandered his fingers from her hips to her knees, exerting minimum force during friction to engrave their sensation on his palms similarly to how he did with her breasts.

He pressed his lips onto her womanhood's entrance, his tongue exploring its depths, and fondled her thighs vigorously. Eventually, he directed his hands' plowing course to her rear, halting them right on her butt cheeks. Although, quickly he discovered that his freedom of action was too restricted with the mattress's pressure on their back; it would be wiser to save that for later as it seemed. For the meantime, he could remain at attending to her vagina and thighs, he concluded.

Nevertheless, he was up for a big surprise. Hitting the peak of pleasure, Fubuki declared a grand orgasm throughout the whole room, and her overly aroused insides gushed out a forceful river of love juices right into his mouth.

''NHAAAHH!''

Saitama fell completely unprepared for that, shouting his eyes wide open at his esophagus being flooded with fluids. He had heard about female ejaculation, but never gotten so into the subject to make any particular research. At least that indicated that Fubuki enjoyed what he was doing.

''This can't be happening,'' she panted heavily, drenched in sweat. ''I'm the boss of the Fubuki Group… screaming so shamefully isn't for me.''

Saitama gulped down whatever remnants of her release were still lurking in his mouth and pulled his head away from her crotch. He was like he had tried to eat a transparent soup without using tableware.

''I don't get it. If you're feeling good, why concern yourself with unrelated stuff?'' he inquired, wiping his dripping lips and chin. ''Would your men laugh at you if they were to hear that you had sex and liked it?''

Fubuki peered down at him. ''It's not about them. It's about how I've sworn to myself to never yield before anyone and anything. My sister rose to where she is by never losing her composure in front of any challenge.''

''Your sister loses her composure every two minutes, and for the most trivial reasons.'' Climbing back to his previous position above her, Saitama locked eyes with her, his look firm and decisive. ''Besides, the one I've agreed to make love to isn't she or her afterimage… It's you!'' he stated bluntly, turning Fubuki's lusty red into a flattered pink. ''So why have her shadow shackling you down and plaguing your every moment?'' Traces of agitation shrouded his facial expressions. ''It's stupid, so you should cut it out while it's still early. Otherwise, it'd be better off if we drop the whole thing right here. Doing something that will only force you to fight with your ideals, robbing you of all the fun, is meaningless, either way.'' He straightened up his body, supporting his weight on his knees and shins, his posture indicating that he might get off the bed.

''Wait!'' Fubuki jolted, desperate.

''What?''

''Please… Don't…''

''Why? If we continue, you'll only keep trying to suppress your feelings and complain that you shouldn't be succumbing to them, right? What's the point?''

''I told you that you must take responsibility for the entire disturbance you've caused me in the past and earlier, and I've made my resolve to oversee it to the very end. Stay and I assure you that I won't whine or be stubborn from now on.''

''And how can I be certain about that? Actually, what would it matter if you pretended to relax for only as long as we do it, and after you leave you go back to your usual complexes…? Sorry, but I don't intend to waste my first time with a woman who refuses to be 'free.' If you're so horny, you can search for another guy to answer to your urges. With your looks, it won't be any issue.''

There were lines someone should never cross and Saitama had just stepped into one of the most forbidden areas. Offended beyond imagination upon that awfully insensitive comment, Fubuki raised her right hand and went straight for a harsh swat in his face. Not budging an inch to avoid it, Saitama allowed her to make contact and slam her palm on his left cheek in a sharp, loud smacking sound that could be heard even from inside the rest of the rooms.

''So? Done? Or should I move to the back so you can also kick me? The harm you're doing to yourself with your insistence on pursuing your sister's life is a lot worse than angered hits.'' Regardless of his inexcusable insult, he presented zero signs of remorse or guilt. His look was as solid as steel.

Fubuki's frown evolved into a bitter scowl, it was easy to say that she was close to burst. And she did, indeed, but not like most people would expect.

Squeezing her furious eyes closed, she gritted her teeth and flowed down two thin streams of tears. ''Why are you like that?'' she sobbed weakly. ''Why can't you just go along and act how most other men would in this situation, without paying so much attention to minor details? Isn't the fact you're the only man I was fine with asking something like this enough? What do you want from me in the end?''

Saitama leant down a little and cupped her face between his palms, firing at her an overwhelming stare. ''Like I said, to see you letting go of all the meddlesome thoughts that prevent you from living properly! I want my first time to be a blast, not a total bummer because of a woman who's so obsessed with becoming a 'frame' holding another's picture! I wasn't saving it — well, not exactly 'saving' — for so many years, to waste it on someone who's afraid to loosen up for the sake of her public image!'' He was the one that misbehaved, and yet he had become even madder than how Fubuki was seconds ago. He removed his hands off her head, pointing his right index finger at her, judgmentally. ''If you want us to do it, throw away any needless restrictions as a group's leader or an obnoxious poser's little sister and enjoy it like a plain woman!'' he snapped, although still having a few more to come. ''And don't take too long because it's too painful to hold it in for so long!'' he added, regressing to a goofy expression of rage.

Fubuki flinched, blinking a few times in confusion. What was he holding in, and where was that 'in'? Puzzled, she wandered her sight along him, in search of what he was talking about. And then she saw it, a large, pulsing bulge at the front of his dark blue shorts. What was happening to him? It was like something underneath his cloth struggled to jump out.

''Eh?!'' she blinked, dumbstruck upon a short flash of realization.

Before anything else, Saitama was a man; there was no way his biological functions wouldn't take flight after all that foreplay. The situation had sidetracked within the past few minutes, so her attention was mostly focused on his face, rendering her unable to notice the other changes on his body.

''This… You are…'' She returned her eyes to him as though she had seen a ghost. Was he so aroused, seemingly to the extent of not being able to bear it, and yet he was content with putting aside his desires, just to give her another life lecture?

''About to blow up, yeah! Someone has to be incompetent not to get a hard-on in front of a hot woman!'' Saitama groaned, still in a funny fashion. ''Everything was going smoothly, but you had to ruin it with your stubborn fixation on nonsense!''

''Does that mean you're still okay with us… continuing?'' Fubuki asked, a light of relief washing away the shadow of dejection on her look.

Saitama folded his arms below his chest, sternly. ''Only if you accept yourself as it is and shake off your stuck-up ideas!'' The condition to comply with her wish had been put down, and it was in her hand if she would abide to it or lead their incomplete lovemaking to a sad end, something he strongly wished to avoid, as his erection was about to burst through his pants.

To his — or better both of them — good luck, Fubuki's upcoming response was an assenting one. ''Fine, I will do my best… but I can't assure you about anything. This is how I am, how I grew up to be and it's not like I can deny my entire life to this point so easily.''

Saitama's upset look steadily mellowed into one of gladness. ''That's good.'' He released his arms around his stomach and leant again over her.

Lowering his head further, he kissed her for yet another time for the count, gently as earlier, though spreading within her mouth a new kind of taste, one she could more or less tell its origins. Tasting her own vagina, that was certainly one thing she never imagined she would come to experience.

They parted lips some minutes later, making that kiss their longest, and Fubuki's attention descended down to the pulsing bulge inside his shorts, twitching like it was trying to rip through the fabric and set itself free. Not for long, although. As he reestablished his upright posture, Saitama moved his hands to his cloth's waistband and sliding inside his thumbs, clenched on both that and his black boxers underneath, pushing them together down. Granted more space to 'breathe' his penis sprung up as another missile about to fly toward its target, leading the esper it was locked at to a dry gulp. The absurdly laidback warriors' outrageous strength wasn't his only excessive trait, from what it seemed.

''Is something the matter?'' he inquired, puzzled about her insistence on visually examining his genitals.

''Eh! No… nothing.'' Fubuki tried to sound earnest, yet the raging blush on her cheeks was a undeniable proof of her true state: total turbulence.

Saitama, though, was too careless to stay and pry into foreign matters. ''Oh… okay…'' Instead, he proceeded to remove also his shirt, flashing out a perfect six-pack, accompanied by a broad chest and taut biceps.

Fubuki could only gawk at them with wide eyes, becoming astounded by the excellent physical condition he kept his body. She wasn't any teenage girl to drool over fit men, yet it was impossible to prevent her heart from beating wildly before that superb display of male esthetic.

Oblivious to the turmoil taking place inside his about-to-be-love partner, Saitama reached his right hand at the nightstand next to his bed, to fetch the box of condoms — protection was everything.

''Here we go!'' Taking one out, he ripped its wrapper and swiftly positioned it in front of his manhood's tip.

He carefully pressed it on, unfolding it around his shaft, yet, getting too carried away somewhere along the way due to his urges and rushing his steady motion to the point of opening a hole.

Staring at his impulsive mess-up for a few seconds, his face turned blue. ''It broke,'' he claimed, sweat-dropping. He faced Fubuki, all uneasiness. ''Well, it's not like we said anything about more than one time, eh?''

''Y-Yes… I suppose,'' Fubuki concurred, not knowing exactly how she should react with what she had just witnessed.

''I'll get another,'' Saitama said, and went for the second condom in the box.

To his dismay, the same mistake repeated itself, this time because of his intense nervousness not to repeat it — a classic follow-up succeeding a failure.

''It might be better if you let me wear it to you,'' Fubuki volunteered, slightly conflicted.

Saitama took a quick glimpse at the last chance of losing his virginity inside the small package, and next down to his penis which was swollen, as from anger at its owner for delaying to offer it release. His sight returned to Fubuki. ''All right.''

Tentatively, feeling her embarrassment skyrocketing, Fubuki received the box and moved her hand to take the last condom.

Then she came upon an unexpected discovery. ''These condoms,'' she started, drawing out Saitama's curiosity, ''have expired since four years ago.''

As if kicked in the balls by reality itself, Saitama bolted closer to Fubuki and took the box in his own hand, bringing it in view. Devastated, he confirmed that she was right. He had bought those condoms at half price from a small marker near his childhood's house, but never actually bothered to check their expiration date. It was mostly a precautious action for the 'if' case than him having any certain plans to get together with a girl.

''What are we doing now?'' Fubuki asked him, lost.

''No idea,'' Saitama replied, in the same state. ''I probably have to go buy new ones.'' He made an attempt to catch his shirt, yet midway his hand was stopped by Fubuki's. ''What?''

Her voice trembled. ''Y-You c-can't go outside like t-that.'' Her free hand gestured to his proudly standing member.

''I don't see any other way we—''

''There is an alternative.''

''Alternative?!'' One of Saitama's brows rose in question.

Fubuki tightened her grip on his hand and gave him a hesitant peek through a downcast face. ''Pills… We can do it raw, and I will go buy some birth-control pills tomorrow morning.''

''Are you sure about that?''

''Uhm.''

''Definitely?''

''Absolutely.''

Saitama scratched the back of his head. He couldn't fathom with the reason she had become so persistent with them making love. Not that he was against it; he wanted it a lot more than he should, but Fubuki's 'why' was unknown to him. Nevertheless, her needy expression told him that it wasn't anything to search for at the moment. An extremely beautiful woman was sitting across from him, completely naked and distinctly aroused, him wearing the same 'suit' and about to lose it from carnal desire for her.

''Well, if that's what you want…'' Her removing her clutch on his limp, he placed his hands on her shoulders tenderly and laid her back on the bed.

Continuing, he dragged his knees inches backwards and adopted the proper position for penetration, leading his penis onto her vagina's lips. The muscles around it indicated that Fubuki had stiffened up, most likely from anxiety. To calm her down, he let go of his member and started softly rubbing her raised knees. His thought presenting results, her look relaxed and Fubuki reached her right hand to him. Smiling, he removed his left one from her respective knee and entangled their fingers, their palms connecting with a feather-soft touch.

''This is it!'' Saitama announced, and in a decisive thrust pushed his manhood past her maiden's gates.

The stinging pain travelling fast through her entire body, Fubuki wailed. ''YAHH!''

Saitama chose to halt his activity at that, his penis slowly drenching into hot blood of lost purity. ''Was it too rough?'' he asked, perplexed, maybe also relatively guilty for making her cry, even though it wasn't anything bearing ill intentions. ''We can still stop if you can't endure it.''

''We're past the point of turning back,'' Fubuki said, and lifted her free hand to his place.

The message was clear; answering to her subtle request, Saitama left her other knee and entangled his other hand's fingers with hers.

''Keep going. I'm not any helpless woman to be beaten by this sort of pain.'' Fubuki's dazzling emerald eyes glistered with unyielding conviction, topped with growing passion.

''You're trying to play it tough again…'' A light pull of his hips backwards and Saitama resumed his thrusting, adjusting it to a slow tempo. Truth to be told, the simple sensation of his manhood being enveloped and squeezed by an exquisite vagina as Fubuki's shot his libido to the ceiling, yet being a selfish jerk during her first sexual experience was out of the question.

He pulled and pushed, advancing further and further into her hot walls, relishing the warm shower of its fluids around his manhood and getting the need to thank fate's whims and Genos's absence for that marvelous gift. He knew that there would be a time where he would finally join with a woman and for one, he was glad it was with a girl he thought as a good friend. She had her flaws, no doubt, but underneath the shell of an arrogant fighter and an envious little sister hid a lovely lady.

For her part, Fubuki had closed her eyes, tightening them as a sign of her notable effort to withstand the pain, her grip on Saitama's hands becoming heavier with each of his intrusions. It was more agonizing than she had first imagined; still, she wished for the whole thing to reach the very end. Why? The answer was buried deep inside her heart, enough for her to neglect its existence.

''Hey, Fubuki…''

''Yes?''

''Is this as great for you as it is for me, or I'm the only one having fun over here?''

''No.''

Saitama's eyelids flinched in astonishment. ''No?!''

''No to the second part of the question,'' Fubuki managed with a groaning voice. ''It still hurts a little, but the pain is gradually fading away.''

''Ah… Good to hear!'' His momentary panic bidding him a quick farewell, Saitama took his penis's sliding rhythm up a notch, going relatively harder.

Fubuki's response at that was a couple of stifled moans. Her breathing sounded heavy and deep, more drops of sweat steadily forming around her face. It was like her entire being had been lit on a wildfire, one she wanted no one to put out. At this moment, neither Tatsumaki's vast fame nor her own rank seemed to hold any importance in her mind. At this moment, she was nothing more than a delighted woman learning the joys of sex.

The more she increased her moans' number and volume, the more Saitama sped up his thrusts. They both were swimming across a sea of pleasure, he boiling from immense lust and she tingling all over unstoppably. Their first encounter certainly didn't foreshadow a situation like this for their future, yet neither of them would ever complain. This was their greatest day.

''Okay,'' Saitama's look became strained, ''I can't hold it any longer!''

''Do it!'' Fubuki opened her eyes, crossing her legs behind his butt. ''I'm about to, too!''

''There it is… I'm… I'M…''

''TOGETHER!''

With a final thrust, forceful enough to bend Fubuki's straight laying posture by levitating her hips a few inches, Saitama pounded his member into her vary depths until only its base was visible, its head pressing against the entrance of her womb.

''FUBUKI!''

''SAITAMA!''

The two heroes climaxed at the same instant, riding a heavenly orgasm, one so strong that they appeared about to explode from ecstasy. They could gather and combine their every happy experience, add them together, and the result still wouldn't be close to the inconceivable bliss overflowing their souls. For Fubuki, it was a feeling that surpassed even the satisfaction she had guessed she would be introduced if she ever outclassed her cocky sister; for Saitama, it maybe was even better than his first visit at a supermarket on a Special Sales Day.

''Whoa… that was really something else!'' Saitama commented, struggling to catch his breath.

''Yes… it was… incredible,'' Fubuki confirmed in utmost glee, her mouth curved into a dreamy smile.

The two of them released their hold onto each other, with Saitama leaning over her for one more, loving kiss. He couldn't help it, Fubuki had just granted him an irreplaceable memory he would never forget.

Breaking it off, he supported his weight on his palms and lifting his top up, peered down at Fubuki's overly flushed face gleefully. Her hair was messed because of the grinding of her head on his pillow and her skin drenched in flowing sweat. She panted reservedly, blowing toward him rows of warm air, hints of saliva glittering around her luscious lips and remnants of tears residing in her eyes. It was quite an untidy appearance for a woman of her class, yet all Saitama could think of while observing her was 'gorgeous.'

''I must be looking rather funny, for you to be staring at me so persistently.''

''Nah, the opposite — you maybe not be S-Class Rank 1 hero, but you're definitely S-Class Rank 1 quality among the women I've met till now.''

''You're only trying to make me feel better.''

''That's what I was doing earlier. Now I'm praising you.''

''You sound like you aim to tempt me,'' Fubuki said, her smile widening and sneaking in traces of playfulness.

''We've already cleared the 'last stage,' so what's the point?''

Moving her right hand onto his cheek, Fubuki gave him a small pinch that made him wear a quizzical grimace. ''You seriously have no tact…'' She let his skin free and continuing, caressed his head's side. In a sense, she would like to run her fingers through his hair, but life isn't so generous to fulfill every wish.

That moment, the senses of her lower half alerted her of something she ignored due to her haze after her tremendous orgasm. Getting a better feeling of her vagina's walls, she noticed that Saitama's penis resting inside her was still rock hard.

''Impossible!'' she flinched, amazed, shifting her attention to their connecting areas. ''You just—''

Saitama averted his eyes sideways, his face screaming 'awkward.' ''Nine years aren't any short period. I might have never chased after girls, but I'm a man, am I not? Moreover, it feels too good inside you, so it can't be helped.''

Fubuki couldn't really decide if she should act uneasy or flattered on that statement. She could only device a suggestion. ''You… You'd like to do it again?''

Saitama lashed his stare back to her. ''We can?!'' he asked, struggling to suppress his ridiculously obvious lust over Fubuki's erotic body. Everything else aside, he was a gentleman — when the situation called for it, at the very least.

''If you're all right with it,'' Fubuki replied in a timid manner that simply couldn't be cuter.

''Would I be hard if I wasn't?'' Graced with newfound motivation, too much for his sake, Saitama recovered his upright posture and clasped on Fubuki's shoulders, pulling the esper onto him.

When she was upright herself, her weight now falling on her knees, the bald hero resumed his motions and descended his back onto the mattress whilst steadily arranging Fubuki on top of him.

''What are doing?'' she inquired, significant loss reflecting on her facial expressions.

''Using variety!'' Saitama claimed casually. ''You have this fetish of being in command, don't you?''

''Even though hysteric women aren't fit to be on top?'' Fubuki remarked with a roguish grin, referring her thought to one of the lines he had told her during their little skirmish in the past.

Saitama removed his right hand of her shoulder and brought it between them, stretching up his index finger. ''Special offer for one day only!'' he announced with a blunt frown, attempting to look serious, although in vain.

Fubuki's reaction to that was a small giggle, so adorable that he could have sworn his heartbeat felt as fierce as his punches. Witnessing this uptight woman laughing freely, relieved of any deliberated arrogance or a façade of superiority, wasn't a spectacle one was seeing every day. And if anything, he wouldn't mind watching it more often if possible.

''Very well, if you're so fixated on finally submitting to me...'' Sliding her hands on his chest for support, she stuck her thighs on his pelvis's sides and raised her hips up. She took a short breath to prepare for the upcoming impact and continuing, smacked her womanhood down, swallowing Saitama's remarkable rod at one fell swoop. ''HYAAH!'' she yelped as it once again grinded her inner walls.

From there on began a repetitive circle of ascending and descending along his shaft. Fubuki was dominating his manhood relentlessly, letting out something between heavy pants and ecstatic moans. Having a mighty warrior under her control was unbelievably exhilarating; her vagina was literally trembling with enthusiasm. This time it was her on the wheel. This time it would be her making love to him.

''MHAH~HAH~AHH!''

Saitama was especially awestruck before all that. He would never imagine Fubuki, Fubuki Group's proud Fubuki, putting such a commendable effort in a sex session, more so one together with him. At the moment, she wasn't any tough fighter; she was simply a happy woman relishing the thrills of intercourse.

''You undoubtedly love going wild on those below you, huh!'' he commented. ''But I never said that this would be a one-sided game.'' His arms rose up, toward her bust, taking cozy shelter on her large, perky hills.

With much desire, he stared attending them sensually, fondling their supple mass and twirling his index fingers around her aroused nipples.

It was such a deftly handiwork that Fubuki's mixed expressions of joy evolved to loud bellows. ''MAAH~! SO STRONG! AHH~! YOU'RE GOING TO DRIVE ME CRAZY IF YOU KEEP MASSAGING MY BREASTS LIKE THIS!''

''Should I stop?''

''NO! AHH~! I'VE NEVER FELT SOMETHING SO GREAT BEFORE!''

''It can get greater, though.'' As he removed his right hand of her jiggling mound, earning in return a protesting glance, Saitama trailed it down along her right side until it reached behind on her ass.

It was most likely as flexible as her bosom, he deemed. Lost to the immense pleasure it provided his palm's skin, he daringly pressed and shoved his fingers into her juicy flesh. It was so perfect that he wanted to save its sensation the deepest he could in his body's and mind's memory. A chance like that might never come again anyhow.

''NMN! You're gripping me too tight~'' Fubuki moaned, getting too drunk in pleasure.

Saitama refrained from a response at that. There were other stuff swirling in his head, to pay heed to voices or words at the moment. The hand he was taking care of her left breast rounding behind her, he pulled her upper half onto him, her well-endowed chest landing on and covering his face. Trapped between the twin spheres, he took turns between sucking their inner sides and her nipples to his heart's content. The whole experience of feeling every single one of her eye-catching assets was beyond words. It brought up a very crucial question, though: Was he a Boobs Man or an Ass Man? It was quite the dilemma.

However, that was a problem for another time. His free hand joining its counterpart he clenched even harder on her ass cheeks, hammering her faster onto his penis. The same time, he also made sure to raise his pumping force, hitting her with so many waves of satisfaction Fubuki had difficulties to breathe.

''NGMM~! SAITAMA! YOU'RE GOING TOO FAST!''

'' V'm gvuummg!'' was heard a muffled statement from between her breasts.

''What?''

''V'm gvuummg!'

''What are you saying?''

Employing a final, critical thrust, pressing her hips as closer to his as possible, Saitama breached through her uterus one more time, flooding it viciously with his hot seed.

''NAAHH!'' Fubuki's climax burst the instant she sensed he heat in her depths, leading her to wrap her arms around his round skull so tightly as though she planned to crack it.

Exhausted, she collapsed on his torso right afterwards, her body tingling all over from the intensity of that vigorous, second round. Below her, Saitama's penis, limp at last, slipped out of her folds with a slouching sound, allowing a blend of red and white to flow down and coat his balls with love fluids.

''It's absurd…'' the shivering esper exhaled.

''What is?''

''You said that… you're a virgin like me… but how did you know precisely where to touch… and pound…? It was like you've been doing it… for years…?''

Hearing her question, Saitama's mind replayed a couple of scenes from porn videos. ''Educational programs!''

''About sex…?''

''A person ought to be informed if they want to go out in society, right?''

''I can't even begin to fathom… to what kind of person you're referring to…'' Fubuki lifted her head momentarily, turning around and resting it on the other side so she could look at Saitama. ''That aside… you broke your word...''

''How?''

''Didn't you say that… I would be on top…?''

''Being on top doesn't necessary mean that you also control everything.''

''That's… cheating!''

Saitama rolled his head sideways to her, his look a thoughtful one. ''Mm, can I ask something?''

''I'm hearing…''

''How bad would it be if we became a couple?''

''Excuse me?!'' Stricken by shock, Fubuki instantly overcame her every fatigue and propped her weight on her elbows, lifting her head directly above Saitama's.

''You're a pretty stubborn and obsessed with trivial stuff woman, but I don't hate you. And you don't hate me either, if you take into account all the times you've visited or called me out. Add also what we did and how much we liked it, we could try—'' before he finished his sentence, Fubuki sealed his lips with her right index finger.

''What happened here is a one-time-only thing, that's what we agreed to. After today, we will return back to our regular daily routine and never again mention of it whenever we meet. It was as wonderful as a dream and that's how we should treat it.''

''And you're okay with that?''

''I am, and you ought to be too. There are our respective goals to consider, for us to sacrifice everything in the name of impulsive desires. A hero's job is a demanding one, to endanger neglecting it for the sake of flimsy relationships.''

''Love isn't anything flimsy.''

Fubuki brushed her finger to the side, cupping his cheek with her whole hand. ''Can you actually say that you 'love' me, then?''

Saitama remained silent. The question she was asking wasn't one to be taken lightly. Yes, he liked her, he had admitted it himself, but 'like' and 'love' are two concepts as similar as different. Fubuki might have been a cranky fellow most of the time, yet she had her good points too. Was being content with her company enough to call his feelings 'love', though? They had proved to themselves that they were pretty compatible in bed, but was that single fact all it required for two people to get together? From a specific perspective, it was; still, what Saitama was referring to was a 'couple,' not 'sex friends.'

''See? The answer is too unclear to pinpoint it so easily.'' Inching closer, Fubuki nested her head in the crook of Saitama's neck. ''Let's just leave behind the complex thoughts and appreciate this moment for as long as we have left. Okay?''

Saitama stared at her for a few more silent seconds. His lips remaining shut he ultimately derailed his sight up to the ceiling, perplexity and deep wonder cladding his facial features. ''Yeah.'' His right arm snaking around Fubuki's back, he held her in a cozy hug, while his other reached to pull her bangs to the side so he could land a gentle kiss on her forehead.

At this moment, this was the only thing he could do for her. Whether he would figure out a definitive response to her question, it was too early for him to sort out all his emotions concerning her presence beside him. Would it take a little, would it take long, he couldn't know. He could only keep examining the ceiling's surface absently, musing over a questionable realization: Why was he even so troubled about finding out what Fubuki meant to him?