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

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Otherwise, the best outcome would be to mutate into a monster on the spot after eating it.

As it turns out, even in the monster-infested world of One-Punch Man, humans still remain at the top of the food chain.

Especially for Saitama and his gang, who often use monsters as a source of protein, eating special ingredients that others dare not touch is already commonplace.

Beside Han Sen sat a petite figure whose air pressure was so low it felt like the air itself was about to freeze.

"Tornado of Terror".

Instead of wearing the high-slit black dress-style hero's suit, she changed into a loose white shirt that clearly belonged to Han Sen.

The long hem of the shirt is enough to cover the pert buttocks, creating the illusion of no bottoms and revealing a pair of slender, straight legs that look like they were carved from the finest white jade.

Her bare, delicate feet, with their snow-white arches forming a beautiful curve, and her ten round, adorable toes curling and spreading in frustration at their owner's displeasure, as if in silent protest.

She crossed her arms over her chest, a gesture that made her breasts appear slightly fuller, creating a suggestive curve in her oversized shirt.

Her signature emerald green curly hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her usually sharp, emerald green eyes were now disdainfully scanning the cramped and dilapidated apartment.

From the suspicious mold in the corner to the spiderweb-like cracks in the ceiling, nothing caught her eye.

Tornado's slender, fair fingers unconsciously tapped lightly on her smooth, silky forearm, her brows furrowing into a knot.

If Han Sen hadn't invited her in that inexplicably weak and spineless way, she swore she would never have set foot in such a strange place in the middle of nowhere!

This is also a deeper reason...

Having experienced all those absurd moments of solitude, Tornado knew better than anyone what would happen to her if she fell into Han Sen's hands.

That man, however gentle and considerate he is when dating outside, becomes just as crazy when it comes to "business" in the private space where it's just the two of them!

—Damn it, that bastard!

Why is training for superpowers so difficult?!

Tornado never dreamed that one day she would be so physically and mentally exhausted by training her superpowers.

Before this, her natural growth rate of superpowers was enough to kill a hundred Fubuki.

(Fubuki:?)

But when she first complained that her strength was growing too slowly and wanted to seek a breakthrough, she realized that she had absolutely no idea how to actively become stronger!

But that demon opened the door to a new world for her in a way she was too ashamed to talk about...

Just as Tornado's thoughts were racing and her cheeks were uncontrollably flushed, a rich aroma of meat pulled her back to reality.

Han Sen had unknowingly placed a perfectly cooked piece of top-grade Wagyu beef, coated in a secret sauce, to her lips.

His movements were fluid and graceful, as if he had done them a thousand times.

Under the table, a warm, large hand silently covered her smooth thigh, caressing it gently.

The rough touch from the calluses on her palms made Tornado's body stiffen instantly, and she even missed a beat of breath.

"Thinking about how to become stronger?"

Han Sen leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe, and chuckled softly in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Just thinking about it won't do any good. Let's have some real combat training together tonight."

"you……!"

Tornado's face flushed bright red instantly, the redness spreading from her cheeks all the way down her fair neck.

She turned her head sharply, her emerald green eyes burning with shame and anger glaring fiercely at Han Sen. She bit her lower lip tightly, but dared not make a sound that would be heard by others.

Seeing her look so ashamed and angry, wanting to resist but being completely controlled, Han Sen's smile deepened.

"Good boy, open your mouth." He said softly in a commanding tone, pushing the chopsticks forward a little further.

Tornado's eyes struggled for a moment, but in the end, her ingrained pride succumbed to her body's honest reaction.

Since the ending is unavoidable, then...

Let's just enjoy the process!

She abruptly turned her head to avoid Han Sen's chopsticks.

In an instant, telekinesis activated, and he rolled up the piece of beef, stuffing it into his mouth with a "whoosh."

As if trying to transform all her shame and anger into appetite, she chewed vigorously without any regard for her image, which slightly eased her tense face.

In the corner of the room, King, as always, exuded an aura of power that kept strangers at bay, trying his best to minimize his presence.

In the hot pot group, his position as the younger brother in the family has always been as secure as a mountain.

Especially when he saw that even the second-ranked S-class hero of the Hero Association, the legendary "Tornado of Terror" who was said to have a temper so bad it could overturn headquarters, had been brought into the group by Han Sen.

King was filled with even more doubt and resentment about whether he would be able to get meat at this dinner table in the future.

—This is terrifying! This table, besides me, is filled with some kind of world-destroying monsters…

Chapter 225 Feeding

The thought that he might starve to death in this room made King's heart pound uncontrollably.

The deep, powerful roar of the "Emperor Engine" only made the atmosphere in the room more somber.

"Teacher, I'm back!"

Just then, the creaking door to the apartment was pushed open, and Genos walked in carrying bags of various supplies.

He deftly sorted the various drinks and snacks he had purchased and placed them aside, then walked to the table and bowed respectfully to Saitama.

"Hero registration is complete. Based on my overall performance in the physical fitness test, the association's final assessment result for me is - S-level."

"I hope I haven't embarrassed you, teacher!"

Genos reported quickly with a blank expression, but his tone carried a hint of barely perceptible excitement and pride.

Becoming an S-class hero is just the first step in following in your teacher's footsteps!

—One day, I will become as powerful as my teacher, so powerful that even the most advanced combat chips cannot calculate even a fraction of my strength!

"Oh, really? That's pretty fast."

Saitama was completely absorbed in his life-or-death struggle with the last slice of Wagyu beef in the pot with his chopsticks. Hearing this, he only gave a casual reply, his attention not leaving the succulent piece of meat.

Tornado, who had been silent and pretending to be invisible, finally raised her eyelids and glanced at Genos out of the corner of her eye when she heard this.

The emerald green eyes scrutinized the cyborg before them, their gaze filled with undisguised judgment and criticism.

In private, she was a fiery little wildcat who was gradually conquered by Han Sen's absolute strength and domineering gentleness.

But outside, especially in situations involving the identity of a hero, she remains the Hero Association's absolute ace, "Tornado of Terror," high above and looking down upon all living beings.

By her standards, most of the S-class heroes currently in the association are just useless charlatans.

Now, another S-class?

Are S-class heroes becoming too worthless lately?

First, there was this bald guy who appeared out of nowhere, with a simple art style that looked like a random doodle. He looked rather dull.

Now another cyborg has arrived, exuding a mechanical aura.

Her haughty gaze swept away from Genos with disdain, then fell on Saitama, who was contentedly stuffing the last piece of meat into his mouth with a blissful expression, before she finally let out a barely audible snort.

Not just any rotten fish or shrimp can be casually given the title of S-class!

The Hero Association is getting more and more outrageous!

Sensing the tornado's gaze, Genos's golden electronic eyes flashed with a series of data streams.

Second in S-rank, "Tornado of Terror".

Just as rumored, she's a woman who seems very intimidating.

Judging from her posture and distance, she seems to have a relationship with Mr. Han Sen, a good friend of her teacher, that goes beyond friendship.

—As for the strongest on Earth… his muscle density is only at the level of a slightly stronger ordinary person, but… it’s definitely not normal data!

—The other party used extraordinary concealment methods, which are completely undetectable by existing scanning technology!

—Note: Another module needs Dr. Kuseno to upgrade! We must develop technology capable of seeing through the various disguises of the powerful!

"Alright, alright, everyone's here. Let's eat, the meat's getting tough."

Genos was still secretly assessing the strength of the S-class heroes present, while Han Sen smiled and smoothed things over, seemingly oblivious to the powerful aura emanating from the room.

He picked up his chopsticks and deftly flicked a piece of marbled beef, cooked until it curled up and locked in all the juices, in a state that allowed it to escape Saitama's deadly pursuit.

"Ah, I was the one who started first..."

Saitama only had time to complain once before his target was already the other ingredients that were about to be cooked.

King: "..."

—Sure enough, starving to death is no big deal.

With a flick of his wrist, Han Sen rolled the slice of meat in the secret sauce and naturally offered it to Longjuan's mouth.

After being fed repeatedly, Tornado's anger gradually subsided.

As her rationality returned, she suddenly remembered that this was the first time the two of them had been so intimate in front of outsiders.

The blush that had just faded from her face reappeared, spreading from her cheeks to her delicate earlobes.

Well, the time at the hot spring inn only had an old lady, so it doesn't count!

She instinctively wanted to turn her head away to refuse, maintaining her dignity as the second-ranked S-class student.

But the aroma of meat lingering around her nose and Han Sen's cunning gaze made her body stiffen, completely unable to resist.

Whether it was recalling some unspeakable memories or being steamed by the rising heat of the hot pot, Longjuan's flushed face became even more beautiful, and she glared at Han Sen with annoyance.

In the end, she gave up using her superpowers and opened her small mouth slightly to receive the food offered to her.

The complex aroma of spiciness and sauce exploded on her taste buds, making her squint her emerald green eyes in satisfaction.

"King, don't just stand there, eat up!"

Han Sen beckoned to King, who was trying to keep a low profile in the corner, and his chopsticks danced in a blur.

Saitama's lightning-fast attack swiftly and precisely placed pieces of unusual ingredients, of unknown origin and gleaming with a strange luster, into King's bowl.

"Try these, they're all freshly picked, they're very nutritious!"

King looked at the mushroom in the bowl that seemed to be wriggling slightly, a section of unknown root exuding a strong vitality... and other rather unusual ingredients. The muscles on his usually expressionless face twitched slightly.

He had a vague idea of ​​what was going on.

Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!

The roar of the "Emperor Engine" gradually rose, this time not out of panic, but as a decision made by King under immense pressure.

—The only way to avoid starving is to become stronger.

His mind was screaming, but on the surface, King simply nodded calmly.

"...Thank you very much, Han Senjun."

Beside Han Sen, Tornado's gaze sharpened.

—Do we even need to activate the "Emperor Engine" when eating hot pot?

This man has such a strong competitive spirit, even at the dinner table!

—As expected of one of the few in the Hero Association whose strength even I can't fathom!

A fighting spirit, as if facing a worthy opponent, instantly arose in Tornado's eyes, and her emerald green telekinetic energy began to dissipate uncontrollably.

But before she could make any further moves...

"Uh huh...!"

Her little mouth was once again stuffed with a piece of hot, sauced, and slightly cooled bluefin tuna belly, forcing her to transform from battle mode back into a green-haired hamster struggling to chew.

"Stop thinking about nonsense and eat quickly."

While feeding her affectionately but domineeringly, Han Sen leaned close to her ear, his warm breath caressing her sensitive earlobe, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "You need to be full to have the energy to do serious things."

Tornado: !!!

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