Let Her Learn Her Lesson

"Don't bother, your abilities are useless against me."

Seeing Tatsumaki trying to activate her superpowers without success, Oboro said something rather sullenly.

I turned on the TV and started watching the news.

"You pervert... what did you do to me?!"

Tatsumaki snapped out of her daze and shouted.

"..."

As soon as the words were spoken, both Tatsumaki and Oboro fell silent.

Tatsumaki was an unconscious way of calling Oboro. Even though it was their first meeting, she didn't know why she called her a pervert.

Oboro remained silent because Tatsumaki's tone displeased him.

Just like before at the police station, when Tatsumaki's memory had not yet been erased.

"Show me some respect."

He warned her expressionlessly.

Since Tatsumaki came looking for me, it means erasing my memories is useless... In any case, I'm an S-class hero, and officially a member of the Association. Even if I erase her memories of me again, she'll most likely still come looking for me.

"Ha?"

"You pervert, what are you so arrogant about?!"

Do you know who I am?

At this moment, Tatsumaki was completely unaware of the seriousness of the situation; instead, she was even more annoyed by Oboro's impolite tone.

You should know that Oboro had a big battle with Saitama today.

Although they ultimately managed to save face by saying it was a draw.

But Oboro was still very clear about the gap between himself and Saitama, and having his soul form destroyed time and time again by Saitama's terrifying power, anyone would be in a bad mood.

"I'll tell you..."

The Tatsumaki continued its clamor.

Suddenly, the man in front of her stood up with a dark expression.

Then, as he moved closer, his figure suddenly exuded an eerie sense of oppression.

Tatsumaki couldn't help but swallow.

"What... what are you going to do..."

The woman took a step back, her words becoming stammered.

Meanwhile, Saitama was resting in the living room, while Genos was cooking.

"Teacher... is everything alright over there?"

"Genos asked."

"It's alright... that little brat can't possibly be a match for Oboro."

Saitama scratched his belly and casually remarked, "Although she seems pretty amazing..."

"Of course I believe in Mr. Oboro. After all, to be able to fight you to a draw, sir, there's probably no one else on the entire planet." Genos nodded. "However, Tatsumaki is the second-ranked S-class hero, with a rather special status and position within the Association, coupled with her personality..."

"What I mean is, judging from Mr. Oboro's character, he's definitely not the 'good person' we think he is. If Tatsumaki angers him, I'm afraid..."

No, it won't.

Saitama picked up a comic book and flipped through it, not worried at all.

Saitama seemed to genuinely believe that Oboro wouldn't commit murder.

After all, so much time has passed, and Oboro's daily routine and lifestyle are almost identical to his own; he's basically a 'homebody'.

This kind of personality suggests that he is not someone who indiscriminately kills innocent people.

Furthermore, the Tatsumaki has already appeared once; if we were to think about it, the Tatsumaki would probably have been in trouble by now.

But as soon as the two finished speaking, they heard crying and shouting, as well as sounds of fighting, coming from next door.

"It's nothing... don't worry, they're probably just arguing about something."

Saitama picked his nose and said.

"Um."

Just a few minutes later, the commotion grew louder and louder, and the woman's 'pitiful' cries had become ear-piercing.

It's gone far beyond what an argument should be like.

Inside the room, Oboro's large hand mercilessly slapped Tatsumaki's buttocks. Because Tatsumaki was petite and somewhat thin, she had a lot of flesh on her buttocks, making it relatively difficult for her.

Importantly, the pain is very noticeable and extremely humiliating, which will teach this woman a lesson she will never forget.

Tatsumaki's personality is too arrogant and stubborn; she refuses to back down, so as long as she doesn't apologize, Oboro will keep hitting her.

Anyway, the sound of slapping continued throughout the room.

At first, Tatsumaki just kept yelling with a flushed face, then she tried to hold back her tears and sobbed softly.

Later, her body finally couldn't take it anymore and she started moaning in pain. Now, it has evolved into a heart-wrenching wail, a complete loss of dignity.

Long Ke doesn't indulge her; this is the consequence of disobeying.

Similarly, it saves me from having this woman bother me again.

To create a psychological trauma for her.

Thump thump thump...

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Oboro dropped Tatsumaki and opened the door expressionlessly.

The bald master and his apprentice stood outside the door.

Saitama peeked through the crack in the door and saw Tatsumaki lying on the ground, curled up in a Tatsumaki, sobbing uncontrollably. "Ahem... um... are you guys alright?"

"We get along very well."

Long smiled and said gently.

"..."

Saitama broke out in a cold sweat. "Um... Genos and I made oden. Want to come and have some?"

"No need, I've already eaten."

Long refused, saying, "I have something to take care of here. You two should go back."

After saying that, Long didn't give any face at all and slammed the door shut.

Then, screams and cries could be heard from inside the room again.

"..."

Saitama's expression had completely fallen, and he and Genos stared at each other in dismay.

"This is bad, Genos..."

"Teacher, I just observed her, and Tatsumaki doesn't seem to have any external injuries, just that her clothes are a little disheveled. I guess Mr. Oboro is just disciplining her," Genos replied solemnly.

As soon as he finished speaking, another piercing thud echoed through the room.

The voice was incredibly clear and bright.

"Waaaaah... Ahhh!"

Then came the Tatsumaki's horrific screams.

"... Are you sure?"

Saitama's lips twitched.

"It should be... If Mr. Oboro really wanted to kill her, there would be no need to waste this time."

Genos analyzed.

"Too."

Saitama echoed blankly.

But clearly, neither of them was in the mood to enjoy the food, so they stood obediently outside the door waiting, afraid that something might happen.

After another ten minutes or so, the room returned to silence.

A moment later, the door opened.

Oboro had a bright smile on her face, and standing next to her was Tornado, whose eyes were red and swollen, with obvious tear stains on her face and her clothes were Tatsumaki.

"Then I won't see you off. Take care."

Long stretched out his arm, asking for permission.

Tatsumaki limped out of the room.

With her lips pouting and cheeks puffed out in anger, she glared fiercely at Long.

But seeing the strange glint in the man's smiling eyes, he instantly shuddered.

"You just wait! I won't let you get away with this... This isn't over between us!"

After uttering a harsh threat in a weak and listless manner, Tatsumaki left tremblingly.

He also glared at Saitama and Genos.

"Teacher, it seems like she holds a grudge against both of us."

Genos watched her retreating figure and said.

"I knew it..."

Saitama also chimed in, glancing at Oboro, "Aren't you going a bit too far...?"

"How about I have her look for you next time she comes?"

Long said with a smile.

"..."

Saitama chuckled awkwardly and immediately called to his disciple, "Never mind, Genos, let's go back and eat."

"Yes."