What on earth are you trying to do?
Aokiji opened his eyes in resignation.
The green-haired loli drifted back and forth above his head.
Psychic Power enveloped her petite body, suspending her in mid-air.
She shifted from sitting to lying, changing postures nonstop.
She didn't make any noise.
Yet the alternating flash of pale skin and black skirt looked deliberately staged,
hovering right above him at angles that were both dangerous and thrilling.
Tatsumaki didn't answer.
She simply lifted her chin with a haughty sneer, superiority written all over her face.
What the hell is this crazy woman up to?
Aokiji couldn't fathom it.
He had expected Tatsumaki to explode once he threw her out.
But he never imagined
she would simply fly back in with Fubuki.
Then float overhead, glaring at him with that infuriating look.
What did she mean by that 'I've got dirt on you' stare?
Tatsumaki gave a soft snort, still refusing to speak.
Aokiji shifted his gaze to Fubuki.
Compared with her sister, this girl looked more mature.
Right now she squatted facing the wall, not daring to glance over.
And from behind,
her tailored black dress
displayed a startling, perfect curve.
Her inner voice screamed:
'So embarrassing! Just watching makes me die of shame for Sis!'
'Why is she striking those poses?! Is this what she meant by teasing?!'
Fubuki tried to think from her sister's perspective,
to understand Tatsumaki's logic.
'She thinks Aokiji likes her, so she can embarrass him by showing off her figure and then laugh at him!'
'That must be her plan…'
'But Sis, you're basically giving him fan service!!'
A shard of ice bonked her on the head.
Fubuki snapped back to reality and looked behind.
Seeing her finally move, Aokiji pointed ahead.
Tatsumaki was stretching in an exaggerated manner.
As she extended, her skin-tight outfit revealed every detail—
a waist so slim he could circle it with his hands,
smooth, toned abs,
even the fabric at her navel dipping to show its vertical shape.
Her modest chest pushed out like tiny steamed buns, making one curious how tasty the broth inside might be.
"What exactly is your sister trying to do?" Aokiji asked Fubuki.
"If this is tuition for me to teach you, the price seems…"
"It's not like that!" Fubuki sprinted over.
She jumped, trying to grab Tatsumaki and drag her away.
But Tatsumaki flicked a finger and stopped her.
"Don't rush, Fubuki. This jerk will crack soon; a playboy deserves to be mocked!!"
"Playboy…?"
Aokiji blinked twice.
He looked at Fubuki, waiting for an explanation.
We're doomed!!!
Fubuki squeezed her eyes shut; the worst had happened.
"I-it's just a tiny misunderstanding! I'll take Sis away right now!"
Back in high school
Fubuki had been confessed to by boys and girls she didn't even know.
She turned them all down, but at least she learned to read people.
Aside from a biological self-targeting lock-on,
Aokiji felt no affection toward them whatsoever.
Only someone like Tatsumaki—
arrogant since childhood, friendless, lacking common sense—
could misread it.
Fubuki just wanted to drag her sister away before total social death struck.
Unfortunately, some people won't appreciate the rescue.
"There's no misunderstanding!" Tatsumaki declared, lifting her chin.
"I already know it, bastard—you like both Fubuki and me!!"
Aokiji: "?"
He glanced at Fubuki, who had squatted again to escape reality.
Her ears were scarlet.
'So this was the 'misunderstanding' she meant.'
Interesting… Aokiji forced down the twitch at the corner of his mouth.
He asked Tatsumaki seriously:
"Do you mean physically liking, or emotionally liking?"
"Hah?"
Tatsumaki's brows knitted.
This wasn't the reaction she'd pictured.
"What physical or emotional—just answer, idiot!"
Of course we have to distinguish.
Aokiji finally sensed some fun
and patiently laid it out.
"Physical liking is the most direct bodily attraction."
He swept his gaze up and down Tatsumaki, thoroughly, earnestly,
like a judge scoring art, nothing else in his eyes.
Tatsumaki, who had been posing,
flushed with shame under that serious stare.
"Had enough, bastard!!"
"Mm—" Aokiji mused.
"I really don't want prison food."
Prison food?
Tatsumaki caught on at once.
He was mocking her figure?!
Before she could explode,
Aokiji continued:
"Emotional liking is more complicated—personality, character, preferences shaped by growing up… many factors."
The Psychic Power raging around Tatsumaki paused.
She kept listening to his nonsense.
"Take me… I don't like willful troublemakers."
Tatsumaki met his eyes,
feeling he was describing her personally.
Which meant… Fubuki stood with difficulty:
"Sis, you've misunderstood."
Aokiji gave her a mocking yet polite smile:
"Congrats, you just experienced one of the world's top three delusions—'He likes me.'"
Tatsumaki trembled, fists clenched in her skirt.
Blood rushed, turning her pale skin crimson.
Psychic Power erupted as if out of control.
The floor groaned.
The air quaked.
The strongest Esper in history—fled!!
A white mist of air was torn apart by her power!
In an instant a jade-green streak shot into the sky!
Thunder rolled across heaven and earth.
Aokiji watched the light disappear, still chuckling.
He hadn't lied.
Back when reading the manga, who could stay indifferent to Tatsumaki?
The mix of childishness and sexiness she radiated was off-the-charts attractive.
'There aren't many characters who can be called 'standing like Benn Beckman.'
But in real life,
being friends and joking was fine.
Long-term coexistence with her personality was another matter.
Ask her own sister, Fubuki.
Aokiji turned to the abandoned Fubuki:
"She's gone. Let's talk, or you'll keep coming to me."