Two and a half hours later.
As the violently churning clouds finally slowly subsided, deep within the sea of clouds, the dazzling golden light also gradually receded.
On the outskirts of City A, in the exclusive luxury residential area allocated by the Hero Association to S-Class Heroes.
With a loud "bang," the heavy gate of the luxurious mansion, purchased at great expense by the Hero Association for the Psychic Sisters, was violently flung open by Psychokinesis, a force of verdant green mixed with chaotic golden threads, slamming heavily against the wall.
A petite figure, verdant green, flew in stumbling like a drunken person.
It was none other than the usually dignified and aloof Psychic Queen, the Hero Association's undisputed ultimate trump card, the second-ranked S-Class Hero, Terrible Tornado!
At this moment, Tatsumaki no longer resembled her usual ice queen persona; she appeared somewhat disheveled.
Her boldly cut black long dress with a slit was wrinkled all over, like dried pickled vegetables that had been heavily kneaded for a long time.
The hem of her skirt was even damp, clinging tightly to her exquisite, curvaceous figure, a blend of youth and maturity.
It perfectly outlined her impossibly slender waist and perky hip line.
Her beautiful verdant green wavy hair was also messy, like a bird's nest ravaged by a Category 12 hurricane.
A few damp strands of hair stuck to her flushed cheeks and smooth forehead, adding a touch of broken, melancholic beauty.
Her cheeks were flushed, a deep blush that lingered long after intense activity and extreme shame.
Her verdant green eyes, usually sharp as knives, were now misty and unfocused, losing their sharpness.
It was as if her soul was still drifting in the clouds far above.
At this point, Tatsumaki couldn't even maintain a stable flight path; she flew erratically through the living room, almost crashing into the crystal chandelier.
Finally, she managed to adjust her direction and rushed straight into her girlish bedroom.
"Bang!"
Like a doll from which all bones had been removed, she plunged headfirst onto the soft, wide princess bed, burying her face deep into the velvet pillow.
Then, with her last ounce of strength, she pulled the pink silk quilt over herself, covering herself completely from head to toe.
Like a small animal that had suffered a great grievance, she curled herself into a ball.
Inside the quilt, there was first a deathly silence.
A few seconds later, muffled sobs, heavy with crying and grievance, could be heard.
"No… if this continues… I'll really… really break down!!"
That scoundrel… that pervert… that demon…
How could he… how dare he…
In that place… and for so long…
Tatsumaki's pretty face burned as she bit down hard on her lower lip, her pearly teeth almost drawing blood from her tender lips.
Her body trembled uncontrollably due to extreme shame as she recalled the scenes above the clouds.
The feeling of weightlessness, the pure white world, the inescapable confinement, the fear and pleasure of being completely dominated…
They intertwined into a vast net, tearing her sanity to shreds.
She instinctively wanted to activate her Psychokinesis to crush the pillows and lamps around her to vent her indignation.
However, when the familiar verdant green energy surged from within her, she was surprised to discover that her superpower was no longer pure.
Within every wisp of verdant green Psychokinesis, there naturally flowed traces of an inseparable, domineering, and brilliant golden light.
That power had already been deeply imprinted into the very source of her abilities, like a virus.
What made her even more despairing was that this golden power was subtly and spontaneously soothing her agitated mental energy, calming her anger.
At the same time, it was imperceptibly transforming the essence of her power, making it more concentrated and resilient.
Her body, her superpower, everything about her, had already been…
Completely and utterly marked by that man!
This was more domineering and irresistible than any other form of possession!
However, deep within Tatsumaki's mind, an unthought-of notion quietly emerged.
She… didn't seem to be entirely resistant.
A never-before-experienced sense of satisfaction deep within her body still flowed through her limbs and bones like a faint electric current.
The fatigue and soreness of her body were real, but the constantly developing and deeply addictive pleasure was also real.
"No… no! How could I think like this…!"
Tatsumaki shook her head violently, trying to shake off this terrible thought while pondering a very realistic problem.
Han Sen's strength was not just in his combat power, but also… his stamina.
That seemingly endless, never-depleting energy…
Every time her body and mind were pushed to their limits, what then?
Would he be even more excessive next time?
Could one person… really endure it?
"What should I do… I alone simply…"
This desperate thought swirled in her mind.
Just then, an absurd image, one she herself had never anticipated, flashed through her mind without warning.
In the image, there was a mature figure in a dark green hip-hugging skirt.
That figure, much fuller and more mature than her own, those proud curves, those beautiful eyes always carrying an unyielding expression…
If it were with Fubuki… if the two of them teamed up… would they be able to…
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah—!!!"
Tatsumaki inside the quilt suddenly jolted, then rolled all over the floor.
—What… what was I just thinking?!
That's Fubuki!
She's her precious and only foolish younger sister, whom she's protected since childhood!
How could she… how could she have such a thought of a Pyrrhic victory?!
At this moment, the shame stemming from this depraved thought made Tatsumaki feel like she was about to be…
Completely ruined by that man.
Just as she plunged into a abyss of self-loathing, almost driven mad by her own thoughts.
For some reason, the matcha cream puff Han Sen had ordered for her at the restaurant that day, once again appeared in her mind without warning.
The verdant green powder was so much like her hair color.
The white, dense, trembling cream overflowing from the opening at the top…
Its plumpness, as if it could no longer bear the pressure and was about to burst completely from the inside out…
An uncontrollable surge of scalding heat, mixed with endless shame and nascent guilt, rushed like a breaking dam straight to the top of her head.
Tatsumaki felt her head was like a kettle heated to a hundred degrees, all her rationality and ability to think instantly evaporated.
She buried her face deeper and harder into the soft pillow, and with all her strength, let out a mournful cry of despair mixed with a hint of broken pleasure.
"Wuwu… wuwu…"
It's over.
Completely… no turning back.
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