The next morning, in the luxurious apartment custom-ordered by the Divine Power.
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long patches of light on the floor.
Fubuki woke up to a wave of soreness sweeping through her entire body.
It wasn't the headache of a hangover, but a deep exhaustion and tenderness from body to soul.
She slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing that greeted her was the beautiful sleeping face of her older sister, Tatsumaki, whose sleeping face was adorned with a faint golden outline by the sunlight.
Her green hair was scattered messily on the pillow, and her usually tense little face was now peaceful, with even a faint curve at the corner of her mouth.
There was no sign of her usual assertiveness or authority, only a quiet, lovely charm that made one feel pity.
— Sure enough, my sister is cutest when she's asleep…
Thinking of this, Fubuki couldn't help but freeze.
Last night's memories, like a bursting flood, crashed into her brain.
The opened door, the dim light, her sister's helpless plea, that man's flippant question, and her own final…
Desperate decision.
"…"
Fubuki's cheeks instantly flushed crimson, as if they were about to drip blood.
What had she done!
That wasn't help!
That was simply… simply…
Her mind went blank, shame and an indescribable strange emotion intertwined, making her wish she could immediately use her Psychokinesis to bury herself in the ground.
She cautiously tried to move her body, only to find her waist encircled by a strong, powerful arm, and the owner of that arm was sleeping soundly on her other side.
Fubuki froze.
She didn't even dare to turn her head to look.
That man's breathing was steady and long, and his warm breath brushed against her nape, giving her goosebumps.
It's over.
Completely over.
Her pride as the top B-class hero, the authority of the Fubuki Group leader, and her modesty as a woman…
All of it was washed away in one night by alcohol and that inexplicable impulse.
Just as she was lost in thought, on the verge of a mental breakdown, her sister beside her stirred, letting out a lazy hum.
Tatsumaki's Eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her emerald green eyes.
Their eyes met.
The air seemed to freeze at that instant.
Fubuki could clearly see her sister's eyes go from bewildered, to clear, then to shocked, and finally turn into a terrifying rage capable of blowing up the entire apartment building.
"Fubuki! Why… why are you here?!"
Tatsumaki's shriek was filled with disbelief.
"I…" Fubuki opened her mouth but couldn't utter a single word.
How was she supposed to explain?
Say, I heard your plea for help, so I came in to "help"?
If she said something like that, her sister would probably use her Psychokinesis to throw her from City Z back to City A on the spot.
"Han Sen, you bastard!"
As Tatsumaki gradually recalled the fragmented and scattered memories of last night, green Psychokinesis surged like an ocean, as if it would completely shatter the entire deserted block where the apartment building was located in the next second.
However.
"Morning."
As a lazy male voice sounded, Tatsumaki felt her superpower being suppressed in an instant, like melting ice and snow, and a helpless feeling of powerlessness arose, instantly engulfing her entire heart.
Han Sen opened his eyes, his gaze clear, without a hint of sleepiness.
He stretched, his perfectly sculpted, strong body bathed in a sacred, faint golden outline by the sunlight.
"Did you sleep well last night?"
His left hand, amidst Fubuki's gasp, moved her to his other side, while his right hand smoothly and skillfully wrapped around Tatsumaki's smooth, fair, slender waist, his tone as casual as if asking about the weather.
"You…!"
Tatsumaki's anger was momentarily stifled by his action, her small face flushed crimson, both angry and shy.
Fubuki, on the other hand, trembled all over, her small face pressed against Han Sen's strong chest muscles rapidly reddening, and she almost shrank into the covers.
"Alright, stop lying in bed, I'm going to make breakfast."
Han Sen threw off the covers and stood up, wearing only a pair of shorts, his perfect muscle lines fully exposed in the morning light.
He completely ignored the two petrified women on the bed and walked straight into the kitchen.
Soon, the sizzling sound of frying eggs and the aroma of toasted bread came from the kitchen.
The two sisters on the bed stared at each other, unable to snap out of it for a long time.
"Sis… Sister…" Fubuki's voice held a hint of awkwardness, breaking the silence, "Last night… I…"
"Shut up!"
Tatsumaki interrupted her fiercely, wrapping herself tightly in the blanket, revealing only a pair of fiery eyes, "I don't want to hear anything! I don't remember anything!"
Of course she remembered.
She remembered how that bastard bullied her until she was utterly helpless, and how she finally sent out a distress signal to her sister in shame and despair.
And then…
And then her sister really came in.
In a way she had never expected.
Tatsumaki's mood was now extremely complex.
There was anger at being bullied by that man, shame at her sister seeing her embarrassment, and a hint of…
A ridiculous feeling of being rescued that even she herself was unwilling to admit.
"It's all that bastard's fault!"
Tatsumaki growled through clenched teeth.
Fubuki shrank her neck at the sight, not daring to reply.
A few minutes later, Han Sen came out of the kitchen, carrying three plates.
"Come eat."
He placed the plates on the dining table and called out to the bedroom.
On the plates were perfect sunny-side-up eggs, golden-brown toast, and a few perfectly fried bacon slices, accompanied by a small glass of milk.
The aroma wafted into the bedroom, making the sisters' stomachs rumble uncontrollably.
"Hmph… who wants to eat your cooking!"
Although Tatsumaki said so, she still grudgingly got out of bed, and with a swirl of Psychokinesis, a clean set of clothes automatically appeared on her body.
Fubuki also got up, and, mimicking her sister, used her superpower to change into clothes.
Both of them walked to the dining room with dark faces, one step at a time, and sat down opposite Han Sen.
The atmosphere was so awkward you could cut it with a knife.
"Try it, it's my newly learned skill."
Han Sen completely ignored the heavy atmosphere, and nonchalantly cut into his sunny-side-up egg, the yolk slowly flowing out, looking delicious.
Neither of the sisters moved.
"What? Do you want me to feed you?" Han Sen looked up, a half-smile on his face, at them.
This sentence was like a switch, instantly breaking the sisters' defenses.
They almost simultaneously picked up their knives and forks, fiercely stabbing at the eggs on their plates, as if they weren't eggs, but the face of that detestable man opposite them.
Han Sen, the conqueror, was completely unfazed.
If a wildcat could be obedient, would it still be a wildcat?
That's Pochita.
(Pochita: Meow Meow Meow?!)
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