It wasn't easy for Allen to calm the three women—especially Kaina.
With Nemuri coming over almost every day, she had already pushed Kaina to the brink. Adding Mirko's unexpected visit turned it into a ticking time bomb. Luckily, Allen arrived when he did, or the apartment might have been blown apart.
The crisis passed.
Allen managed to calm the girls with his cooking. Not many people talk about it, but if Allen really wanted to, he could probably achieve world peace just by seating world leaders at a table and feeding them. Of course, he wouldn't—Allen only cooks for his women, and occasionally for his friends.
With the apartment quiet, it was time for bed.
"Sometimes I'm surprised by how skilled you are..." Wednesday said, floating above Allen's bed. She was in invisible mode for everyone except him.
'What did you expect? My cooking managed to satisfy a God of Destruction,' Allen thought with a proud smile.
"Yeah, well, it wasn't that hard. The guy went crazy over a pudding from a corner store..."
Allen frowned, offended—but it was true. Despite living for millions of years, Beerus had never experienced good cooking across all the planets he'd visited. Even an ordinary cook could have satisfied him. But his pride wouldn't allow him to accept it.
Wednesday smiled faintly before pointing to Allen's sides. "And does this mean they're already your women, or are they going to keep up this 'family love' act?"
"..." Allen didn't respond immediately. Instead, he looked to his right—where Nemuri was resting.
The beautiful and seductive black-haired, blue-eyed woman was wearing white lace underwear—something that didn't surprise Allen, who knew that all of her lingerie looked like it had been bought with the intention of seducing.
"Hm~" Nemuri let out a sensual moan. However, something was off—right after that, she slightly opened one eye, as if trying to see whether she had managed to excite Allen. It was obvious she wasn't asleep.
Even so, there was nothing unusual about Nemuri being there—she often slept with him. The real issue was on his left, where Kaina stared at Allen with a shadowed gaze, as if challenging him to fall for Nemuri's charms.
'Aren't you doing the same thing as Nemuri?' Allen raised an eyebrow in disdain.
"...?" Confused, Kaina followed Allen's gaze down to her chest. Instead of wearing her usual sleeping blouse, she was wearing a purple bra. It was true that, unlike Nemuri's provocative lingerie, this was more "normal," but it was still attractive—especially given her figure and her beauty.
Kaina blushed, but instead of scolding him, she tightly hugged his arm, pressing her body closer to him.
Seeing this, Nemuri grew jealous. She puffed out one cheek in a pout before doing the same as Kaina—only more boldly, even slipping Allen's arm between her breasts.
Kaina frowned, gritted her teeth, and suppressed her embarrassment before looking at Allen and smiling. Then she leaned in and kissed his cheek.
It was a goodnight kiss.
A vein bulged on Nemuri's forehead. Not wanting to lose, she went further—she gave Allen a goodnight kiss on the cheek and, without pulling away, shamelessly stuck out her tongue and licked his neck.
Kaina's eyes widened. No one would have thought Nemuri would dare do that. Sleeping together? That's normal. Hugging? Fine. A goodnight kiss? Nothing wrong with that. But kissing and licking someone's neck—that was crossing a line.
Instead of backing down, Nemuri began to pant. It seemed her mind had grown hazy from her own actions. She lifted her hand from Allen's chest and gently caressed his cheek.
Kaina started to get angry, but before she could shout and interrupt their silent competition, her own abrupt movements caused Allen to touch the lower part of her abdomen.
"Ah~...!" Kaina covered her mouth, blushing deeply as she realized she had let out an involuntary moan.
Nemuri was also surprised and immediately felt a hint of fear. Even though both of them often went this far with Allen, neither had crossed the final line.
'Slut!' Nemuri thought, glaring at Kaina.
'I didn't mean to!' Kaina thought back. Her cool, tough-girl façade had completely shattered, revealing an embarrassed maiden beneath.
While the two women argued with their eyes, Allen sighed and lowered his gaze toward his abdomen.
This time, what was truly strange and out of place wasn't Nemuri or Kaina—but Rumi, the woman now sleeping on his abdomen.
She was the latest addition to this place, which was slowly turning from Allen's bed into their bed.
"Oh well." Allen closed his eyes and fell asleep.
....
When Allen woke up, he felt a pleasant sensation on his abdomen. He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Nemuri and Kaina sleeping peacefully, clinging to his arms. However, when he lifted the blanket, he found Mirko.
"Hi..." the woman said, her mouth full.
She didn't ask for permission, didn't apologize—she greeted him and continued with her task. Allen was left speechless. He thought he was already quite uninhibited and a bit perverted, but this woman surpassed him. He had no idea what would happen if Nemuri and Kaina woke up right now.
Reading his thoughts, Mirko paused and smiled. 'That's why don't make any noise!~'
Mirko continued for half an hour before accomplishing her goal. With great effort, she managed to stay silent and then slipped out from under the sheets, her cheeks flushed as she licked her lips.
"Good morning~"
"..." Allen was tempted to devour this perverted rabbit woman, but he held back because of the two women beside him.
Mirko laughed and lay down on his chest.
That was a pleasant morning.
Although Nemuri almost caught them, as soon as she opened her eyes she sensed that something was wrong between Mirko and Allen; she even checked on Allen and sniffed his scent.
Luckily her lack of experience prevented her from recognizing the scent of morning activity.
It was understandable that Mirko, who only cared about fighting, and Kaina, who had practically lived in darkness, lacked experience. But Nemuri—who was practically a pervert—being inexperienced was strange.
According to the system, the reason Nemuri didn't have a partner was a mix of circumstances: Japanese culture making men shy, the lack of men who caught her interest, her being too busy with her hero career, and the fact that a certain adorable brat had appeared in her life years ago and became its center. Lastly, Nemuri was unexpectedly lonely.
Allen felt a bit of pity for her. Being a hero was dangerous, and dying without anyone to mourn you was a sad fate. Of course, with Allen around, that wouldn't happen—someone would have to kill him first before doing that to Nemuri.
Allen said goodbye to the women and took advantage of the weekend to go out and be a hero. After all, that's who Allen was in this world.
....
Standing above the clouds, Allen quietly observed the great city of Mustafu. Even though he now had permission to go anywhere in Japan, he preferred to be a hero in this city.
Not only because everything he cared about in this world was there—and he needed to stay close in case All For One made a move—but also because whatever the "plot" was, it was tightly connected to this place.
Allen wasn't broadcasting. He was just spending time in the sky—a luxury that only superheroes who could fly had, and there weren't many of them.
[Allen, is something worrying you?]
"It's been several months since the bet began... since I don't know the original future of this world, I can't tell how much has changed due to my presence—and Lucifer's influence..."
"That's true," Esdeath said, sitting with one leg crossed over the other on Allen's shoulder. Her blue hair swayed in the wind, and her eyes reflected the sky. "And don't forget—Lucifer hasn't made any major moves, which leaves an unpleasant feeling."
The dolls, the chat, the system, and of course Allen himself all clearly understood—Lucifer was the enemy. It didn't matter that he was Cortez or that he occasionally showed something resembling "goodwill." That bastard was pulling his strings slowly, aiming to win—and that would leave Allen at the devil's mercy if he failed to seize enough power to defeat him, or at least defend himself.
2B appeared beside Allen in her normal size, holding a tray with a cup of coffee and dressed in a maid's uniform. A few days ago, they had finally managed to have two dolls appear at the same time in this world—a good sign that, despite the uncertainty of the future, progress was being made.
Allen took the cup with one hand and used the other to gently pat 2B's head.
She wore an engagement ring on her ring finger, yet she still called him Master. And the funniest part was—that would probably never change.
Harley – Daddy, if you're so worried about what that guy might do, why don't you take advantage of your ability to absorb solar energy, and enjoy a trip to The Sun to become more… sexy—strong~?
Allen laughed at Harley's suggestion.
"That would be a good idea, but it's difficult for several reasons, isn't it?"
Makima – First of all, there is the issue of distance. Even light takes eight minutes to reach the Sun, and Allen isn't even close to that speed yet. Other character templates could travel faster, but very few would allow him to survive in space.
Esdeath – And if Allen really wants to grow stronger, he would have to remain on the sun's surface for several days.
Wednesday – Impossible. He can't go that far. If All For One attacks while he's gone, it could cost him dearly.
Kurumi – Ara, and don't forget Lucifer. That man might be keeping his interference minimal because Allen isn't that strong yet. If Allen grows stronger, he'd be forced to increase the strength of his enemies as well.
Albedo – In other words, that bastard Lucifer would empower the villains more frequently... I want to skin him alive!
Harley – Tsk... how troublesome. When all this is over, I want to go on vacation~
"Alright, let's stop thinking about pointless things." Allen downed his coffee in one gulp, handed the cup back to 2B, and cracked his neck.
2B and Esdeath disappeared as Allen's clothes transformed into his superhero suit.
"Now then..."
Allen flew toward Mustafu, leaving several shockwaves behind him.
....
(In the afternoon)
Allen flew toward the sea off the coast of Osaka. His gaze was calm, but his speed made it clear he wanted to get there quickly.
Gwen – Why the rush?
Rukia – Did something happen?
"Apparently there's a ship in trouble because of a storm."
The Commission could inform Allen directly or communicate through Nemuri, Nezu, or All Might. Heroes were independent, but sometimes the Commission intervened directly—usually when serious situations occurred or when dangerous villains were involved.
That's what happened.
The Heroes Commission had contacted Allen directly to ask for his help.
"I can see the coast…" Allen said. The sky was gray, and in the distance, massive storm clouds loomed.
"Can you hear me?" Kaina said through his earpiece.
"Yeah, I'm about to enter the typhoon."
"Alright, be careful—and don't forget the drone."
"Yeah…"
Allen was constantly moving from place to place, so drones and camera robots were useless for transmitting to U.A. As a solution, Melissa had created a portable drone with satellite reception; Allen would carry it and deploy it upon arriving at a scene.
Allen reluctantly agreed to use it, though only in serious cases. Of course, it wasn't because sometimes he acted like a son of a bitch and didn't want evidence of it.
"..." As Allen advanced, the sky began to rumble and the sea grew darker.
…
"This is MV Pacific Crown, coordinates… over."
"This is Yokohama Port. Pacific Crown, we have reports of a typhoon at your location!"
"Affirmative! We're stranded due to a boiler explosion—there's a hole, and we're sinking!"
Cargo ships were vessels that transported enormous amounts of goods across the seas. Many of them had routes lasting months. Areas like the South China Sea were especially dangerous due to rough waves, tropical storms, and typhoons.
Of course, these monsters—whose weight ranged from 50,000 to 400,000 tons(From 110 million to 900 million pounds)—could withstand far more than ordinary ships. But this time, the typhoon was Category 5, and the ship had a hole. Leaving aside the cargo, escaping in lifeboats under these waves would be impossible.
"Damn it!"
The captain slammed the panel in anger—not at anyone, but at his own bad luck. A total engine failure like this in the middle of a Category 5 typhoon was as unlikely as winning the lottery.
"Did we anger Poseidon?!"
"Captain, your orders!"
The man looked at his crew in silence.
"Gentlemen… to be honest, there are few heroes capable of helping us in these conditions. So we'll endure as long as we can—and when the ship is about to sink, we'll take the lifeboats."
The men fell silent. Massive, wild waves crashed against the ship, rocking it violently. This vessel, which normally wouldn't budge under regular waves, was now like a rubber duck.
"A chance at sea is better than sinking here, right Captain?" an unexpectedly cheerful voice said.
"What?!"
"Who?!"
"Who are you?!"
Everyone was shocked to see Allen leaning casually against the doorway. They immediately noticed his outfit and realized he was a superhero.
This wasn't Japan, where Allen's fame was already enormous. Abroad, most people still didn't know him.
"Captain, I heard you're having trouble. Maybe I can help."
The captain remained silent. Allen looked very young and didn't seem very trustworthy with that grin that made people want to punch him.
"Alright… we'll trust you."
Allen chuckled before leaving.
Outside, he floated. Everything around him was chaos—dark skies with low visibility, waves as tall as buildings.
It was the fury of nature.
Allen flew down and entered the sea. He searched and found the hole in the ship's hull. Before repairing it, he went inside. It led to the boiler room—there were bodies of unfortunate men floating, those who had been caught in the explosion.
Allen stored the bodies in his inventory so he could return them to their families.
Then he assessed the situation. The place was destroyed.
Natasha – This is bad. Even if you stop the ship from sinking, they won't be able to move it.
'One problem at a time…' Allen thought.
Allen exited the ship and looked at the hole before using the air in his lungs to freeze it, creating a plug.
Once done, the ship stopped sinking.
Allen rose from the sea and ascended into the sky. As he observed the situation, the drone approached him—a black sphere with a camera lens.
All Might – Young Walker, did you manage to repair the ship?
"The hole is sealed… for now."
Nemuri – Well done, but this still doesn't look good.
Kaina – Damn it, the waves are insane. They could capsize it.
Mirko – Tsk. If things get bad, just put the crew in a lifeboat and get them out of there.
"That seems like the best option."
Unlike regular ships, cargo vessels usually had between fifteen and thirty people. With the five who had died, Allen could fit everyone into a lifeboat and evacuate them.
Nezu – …
"Director?" Allen noticed Nezu hadn't said anything.
Nezu – I don't want to pressure you…
"Too late. What's going on?"
Nezu – That specific cargo ship is transporting a large amount of medical supplies and medicine. There was recently an epidemic—and this shipment was intended to supply hospitals.
"Oh, come on!"
Allen flew to the back of the ship. The metal colossus seemed to stare down at him mockingly, like a human looking at an ant.
Angry, Allen placed his hands on the cargo ship. Even without lifting it, its massive weight was transmitted into his body.
Allen began to push, but the ship, rocked by waves, didn't move.
"It's heavy!"
At U.A. High, everyone watched in awe as Allen tried to move a mountain; moving and carrying it wasn't the same as destroying it—the latter was much easier.
The veins in Allen's arms bulged as his eyes sharpened.
"I won't be mocked by a chunk of metal!"
…
Inside the bridge, the captain wore a grim expression. Everyone present could only wait. Then the intercom sounded.
"Captain! He did it—we're not sinking anymore!"
Everyone let out a sigh of relief. That young man seemed more reliable than his carefree attitude suggested.
Just as they relaxed, the ship tilted—they had been struck by another wave.
"Captain!"
"Everyone, hold on!"
The captain and crew knew—it was a desperate situation.
Unlike the rest of the crew, the old sailor didn't judge Allen for his age or his words. He had seen the young man's eyes—eyes of someone who had been through hell, someone who had stared the devil in the face. So the man trusted him.
'Young man… I'm counting on you.'
The sea roared as if someone had stolen its wife. Waves slammed into the massive ship as if mocking it—a mere toy to be crushed by nature's power.
Amid all that, a shout of will and pride rang out, not drowned by the chaos.
"AHHHH!"
Allen used all his strength, even as his bones began making unpleasant noises. Even so, he didn't give up. He kept pushing—and slowly, the cargo ship began to move.
To the disbelief of the crew, the people at U.A., and even part of the Chat, everyone was shocked.
Allen vs. Nature.
…
Momo stood in front of her vanity, applying a face mask, when she received a call from Itsuka.
"Momo!"
"What?!" Momo flinched at the shout.
"Haven't you seen the news?!"
"Huh?" Momo blinked, then looked at the large TV on her wall. She turned it on and switched to the news.
–We have reports that in the middle of Typhoon Katia, one of the largest in the past decade, a cargo ship has been stranded. The crew requested help from Yokohama Port, hoping a hero would come to their aid…–
–We've just received an update. Apparently, there is already a hero on the scene… huh?–
Momo watched the presenter, confused, as he read.
–It seems the hero on site is none other than the young Absolute Walker… and he is currently attempting to… push the cargo ship out of the typhoon–
The presenter and everyone watching at home shared the same expression.
Push?
"Itsuka… doesn't a cargo ship weigh tens of thousands of tons? Wasn't that like a hundred bullet trains?" Momo asked, sweat forming on her cheeks.
"Yeah…" Itsuka replied over the phone.
HE WAS REALLY PUSHING IT?!
These girls still didn't understand just how stubborn Allen could be. If he decided to push that ship, then he would do it—no matter what.
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A/N: If there aren't a lot of zeros on the check, Allen will definitely storm into the Heroes Commission.
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