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

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"you sure?"

A frivolous demonic whisper reached her ears. Fubuki gritted her teeth, nodded heavily, and her eyes held a resolute determination to go all out.

She'd do anything for her sister!

Her clothes slowly came off, revealing a mature and voluptuous figure, completely different from her sister's.

"Hellish Blizzard" joins the battle!

The night is still very long.

Chapter 237 Sister Donburi

The following morning, in the luxury apartment customized by Shenli.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long patches of light on the floor.

Fubuki woke up with a wave of aches and pains washing over her entire body.

It wasn't a hangover headache, but rather a feeling of exhaustion and soreness that permeated both body and soul.

She slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was her sister Tatsumaki's beautiful sleeping face, which was adorned with a pale golden outline by the sunlight.

Her green hair was scattered messily on the pillow, and her usually tense face was now peaceful, with even a faint smile on her lips.

She showed none of her usual domineering and authoritative side; all she possessed was a pitiful and serene charm.

—As expected, my sister is cutest when she's asleep...

Thinking of this, Fubuki was taken aback.

The memories of last night flooded her mind like a burst dam.

The door was pushed open, the light was dim, the sister cried out for help helplessly, the man asked flippant questions, and then came her own end…

A decision to go all out.

Fubuki's cheeks flushed bright red instantly, as if they were about to bleed.

What has she done!

That's not helping!

That's simply...that's...

Her mind went blank, a mixture of shame and an indescribable, strange emotion making her want to bury herself in the ground with her telekinesis immediately.

She tried to move her body carefully, only to find that her waist was being held by a strong arm, and the owner of that arm was sleeping peacefully on her other side.

Fubuki froze.

She didn't even dare to turn her head to look.

The man's breathing was steady and long, and his warm breath brushed against the back of her neck, giving her goosebumps.

Her pride in being the number one B-class hero, her authority as the leader of the Fubuki Group, and her modesty as a woman...

All of that was washed away in one night by alcohol and that inexplicable impulse.

Just as she was lost in thought and on the verge of a mental breakdown, her older sister beside her stirred and let out a lazy nasal sound.

Tornado's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her emerald green eyes.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

Fubuki could clearly see her sister's eyes shift from confusion to clarity, then to shock, and finally to a terrifying rage powerful enough to blow the entire apartment building away.

"Fubuki! You...why are you here?!"

Tornado's silent scream was filled with disbelief.

“I…” Fubuki opened her mouth, but couldn’t utter a single word.

How should she explain it?

Are you saying I heard your cries for help and came in to "help"?

If she said that, her sister would probably use her telekinesis to throw her back to City A from City Z on the spot.

"Han Sen, you bastard!"

As the tornado gradually recalled fragments and scattered memories from the previous night, green telekinesis surged like a vast ocean, as if it would utterly pulverize the entire deserted block where the apartment building was located in the next second.

As a lazy male voice rang out, Tornado felt her superpowers being suppressed in an instant, as if ice and snow were melting away. A sense of helpless powerlessness rose up and instantly overwhelmed her entire heart.

Han Sen opened his eyes, his gaze clear, without a trace of the grogginess of just waking up.

He stretched, his sculpted, strong, and perfectly proportioned body bathed in a holy, pale golden light from the sunlight.

Did you sleep well last night?

With his left hand, he pulled her to the other side of his body amidst Fubuki's exclamation, while his right hand smoothly and skillfully wrapped around Tatsumaki's smooth, fair waist, his tone as casual as asking about the weather.

"You guy...!"

Tornado's anger faltered at his action, her face flushed red with a mixture of anger and embarrassment.

Fubuki shuddered, her face flushing rapidly as she pressed against Han Sen's strong chest muscles, and she almost shrank into the blanket.

"Alright, stop lying in bed, I'm going to make breakfast."

Han Sen threw off the covers, stood up, and was only wearing a pair of shorts, revealing his perfectly sculpted muscles in the morning light.

He completely ignored the two petrified women on the bed and walked straight into the kitchen.

Soon, the kitchen was filled with the sizzling sound of frying eggs and the aroma of toast.

The two sisters on the bed stared at each other, unable to come to their senses for a long time.

"Sister...sister..." Fubuki's voice broke the silence with a hint of embarrassment, "Last night...I..."

"Shut up!"

Tornado interrupted her fiercely, wrapping herself tightly in the blanket, leaving only her fiery eyes showing. "I don't want to hear anything! I don't remember anything!"

Of course she remembered.

I remember how that bastard bullied me so badly that I was powerless to fight back, and how, in shame and despair, I finally sent a distress signal to my sister.

Then my sister actually came in.

In a way she never expected.

Tornado's feelings were extremely complicated.

There was anger at being bullied by that man, shame at being seen in such an embarrassing state by her sister, and a hint of...

Even she herself was unwilling to admit the absurdity of being saved.

"It's all that bastard's fault!"

Tornado growled through gritted teeth.

Seeing this, Fubuki shrank back and didn't dare to reply.

A few minutes later, Han Sen came out of the kitchen carrying three plates.

"Come over for dinner."

He placed the plate on the dining table and called out to the bedroom.

The plate held a perfect sunny-side-up egg, golden-brown toast, a few slices of perfectly fried bacon, and a small glass of milk on the side.

The aroma wafted into the bedroom, causing the two sisters' stomachs to rumble.

"Hmph...who wants to eat your cooking!"

Despite saying that, Tornado still reluctantly got out of bed, used her telekinesis to put on a clean set of clothes automatically.

Fubuki also got up and, imitating her older sister, used her superpowers to change her clothes.

The two men, their faces dark, slowly made their way to the restaurant and sat down opposite Han Sen.

The atmosphere was so awkward it could be cut with a knife.

"Try it, it's a new skill I've learned."

Han Sen completely ignored the heavy atmosphere and proceeded to cut open his sunny-side-up egg. The yolk slowly flowed out and looked incredibly delicious.

Neither of the sisters moved.

"What? Do you want me to feed you?" Han Sen raised his head and looked at them with a half-smile.

These words acted like a switch, instantly breaking down the sisters' defenses.

They almost simultaneously picked up their knives and forks and viciously stabbed at the eggs on their plates, as if they weren't eggs, but the face of the hateful man opposite them.

Han Sen, the conqueror, didn't care at all.

If a wildcat could be obedient, would it still be a wildcat?

(Pochi: Meow meow meow?!)

Chapter 238 The Ninja with One Testicle

Consciousness slowly emerged from a chaotic darkness.

It felt as if they had been asleep for a century, yet also as if it had only been a moment.

Sonic let out a low, hoarse groan as a sharp pain shot through the back of his head, causing his vision to blur.

Along with his penis came an even more intense physical pain from his lower body. This pain was so severe that even a top-tier ninja with rigorous training couldn't bear it, and he grimaced in agony.

As the fragments of memory gradually come together, Sonic remembers being severely injured in a vital area by a despicable bald man.

He was then ambushed from behind by a tall, incredibly handsome, and despicable bastard, who knocked him unconscious with a single blow.

"Damn it... As a top-tier ninja, I didn't even notice that guy getting close...!"

He shook his groggy head, forcing himself to concentrate and trying to clear his blurry vision.

Then, Sonic froze, standing there dumbfounded.

Where is this place?

There was no ceiling, no walls, and it didn't even seem like there was any ground to stand on.

His body was floating in an ocean that emitted a pale golden light.

This boundless ocean is not composed of water, but rather a strange energy of extreme purity.

In the void at the edge of sight, a huge golden waterfall with no visible source seemed to cascade down from the cracked sky, each splash of water like a supernova explosion!

Even across a distance that seemed to span galaxies, Sonic could still clearly sense the terrifying energy fluctuations that made his soul tremble!

He had no doubt that even being caught in the aftershocks of that golden waterfall that pierced the heavens and earth would likely annihilate him instantly...

Not even a slag left!

"Are you kidding me?! What kind of hell is this place...?!"

Sonic's heart tightened suddenly, and an unprecedented sense of crisis instantly overwhelmed him.

As a top assassin, his intuition far surpasses that of ordinary people.

At this moment, every cell in his body was screaming for danger and wanting to escape!

Despite the excruciating pain, he tried to move his hands and feet and found that he could still move his body.

He immediately mobilized all his strength, and with a powerful push off the undulating golden energy surface, he tried to break free from this strange ocean.

However, the confidence on his face turned into astonishment the next second.

His terrifying speed, which could easily surpass the speed of sound, was greatly reduced here, becoming as laughable as a normal person jogging.

The golden energy was as viscous as solidified honey and as heavy as mercury. Moving even an inch required a tremendous amount of effort, more than running ten kilometers in the outside world.

He felt like a hummingbird caught in a spider's web, unable to break free from the invisible yet omnipresent constraints no matter how hard he flapped his wings.

"Damn it! I don't believe it!"

Sonic gritted his teeth, refusing to believe it.

He pushed the secret techniques of ninjas to their limits, squeezing every last drop of potential from his body.