Damian blinked at her, slightly thrown by the softness in her voice.
"Uh… yeah. Sure," he said, eyes flicking briefly to his friends.
Saitama, Genos, and King were all watching — and smirking.
Without another word, Damian nodded and followed Tatsumaki as she floated gracefully toward the sliding balcony door. She opened it with a light wave of her hand, stepping into the cool evening breeze, and he followed silently. The glass door whispered shut behind them.
Inside the apartment, silence lingered for a beat.
Then—
Saitama leaned toward the kitchen, whispering like a teenager sneaking snacks.
"Okay, what do you guys think she wants to talk about?" he asked, eyes gleaming as he winked at King and Genos.
King gave a half-hearted sigh, folding his arms. "You really don't know?"
Genos, without missing a beat or breaking eye contact with the vegetables he was cutting, replied matter-of-factly, "Based on her behavior today, including the decision to remain with us, the concealment of her location from Miss Fubuki, and her visible anxiety when Damian arrived, I believe she intends to confront her feelings toward him. Or, at the very least, express a significant level of personal interest."
Saitama blinked. "Huh. So... you're saying she likes him?"
"I am 92% certain," Genos replied.
King gave a long, slow exhale. "Poor guy. He's either in for something great... or he's gonna die."
They all shared a glance.
Then Saitama shrugged and wandered back to the couch, picking up his controller.
"Eh. Either way, not our business until something explodes."
Balcony — Z-City Skyline
The evening air was cool and steady, the sun now dipping below the distant horizon, casting long golden streaks across the clouds. Below them, Z-City buzzed softly — distant traffic, glowing lights, the occasional rumble from underground pipes.
Damian leaned on the balcony railing, arms folded, posture calm but alert. Tatsumaki stood beside him, hands behind her back, green hair fluttering gently in the wind.
Neither spoke at first.
Damian broke the silence.
"So… what's on your mind?"
Tatsumaki stared out over the city, expression unreadable.
Then she exhaled.
"I didn't come here just to yell at you about rankings," she said flatly.
Damian smirked. "I figured. I mean… the place is still standing."
That earned him the faintest smirk from her, though she quickly masked it.
"I was going to storm in, maybe rip up a few walls… give you a piece of my mind," she admitted. "But then…"
She hesitated.
"Then I met them. Your friends."
Damian raised an eyebrow but said nothing, letting her talk.
"They're… weird," she said, eyes narrowing. "Totally ridiculous. But they're real. They didn't treat me like a celebrity, or like a threat. And even when I tried to fight your master, he didn't flinch."
She turned to look at Damian now, eyes sharp.
"And you... you've only had your powers for a year, right?"
Damian nodded.
"And you're already at Rank 2," she said, voice low. "People are calling you Dragon God now. Some even think you'll surpass Blast someday."
Damian met her gaze, tone calm but firm. "Is that what this is about? Rankings?"
She looked away again. "No. Not really."
A beat passed.
"I came here because… I didn't understand you. And now, after today… I think I still don't. And that's what's driving me crazy."
Tatsumaki's voice drifted into silence, and for a few long seconds, the only sound was the soft hum of the city below.
Damian didn't respond immediately.
His blue eyes stayed locked on her… but inside his mind, calculations were firing at light speed.
Heart rate elevated — 114 bpm. Skin temperature rising. Micro-expressions show emotional vulnerability. Endorphins spiking with prolonged eye contact. And… she's blushing.
She's interested. Not just curious — attracted.
He analyzed her posture, her tone, her aura's fluctuating glow. It wasn't just emotional anymore. Her subconscious was reacting to him — and he could feel it.
And Damian — remembering the manga, the anime, everything from his past life — understood exactly what was happening.
This is Tatsumaki. The Tornado of Terror. Emotionally walled off, highly guarded, temperamental, proud... but right now? She's letting that guard down. For me.
Oh boy…
His gaze softened, just slightly.
I already hooked up with Fubuki… and I'm pretty sure Tatsumaki either knows or suspects. I can't play them both. That's not who I am. And after everything I've endured to grow stronger in this world… I'm not here to play games. So like everything else I've faced…
Honesty is key.
He cleared his throat.
Tatsumaki turned toward him sharply, snapping from her thoughts as their eyes locked again.
He smiled — calm, gentle, but firm.
"Tatsumaki… I really appreciate you actually wanting to talk to me. Honestly, I always thought you couldn't stand me. That you wanted nothing to do with me."
Her mouth twitched at that, but she didn't deny it.
"But now," he continued, "I can tell there's more you want to say. So how about this—if you want to get to know me… let's go on a little outing. Just you and me. Ask me anything you want."
Tatsumaki's expression softened further, and before she could stop herself, her face turned bright red.
She nodded, voice barely above a whisper.
"…Yes. I… I'd like that very much."
She paused, a sheepish look crossing her features. "I think… this might actually be my first time alone with a man like this."
Damian blushed faintly in return, feeling the sincerity in her voice.
"Well, Tatsumaki," Damian said with a small, earnest smile, "after the day I've had, nothing sounds better than relaxing… and spending time with a beautiful woman like you."
Tatsumaki inhaled sharply, eyes flicking away as she raised a hand to cover her faint smile. Her voice, when it came, was quieter — a rare softness behind it.
"So… would this be considered a date?"
Damian — calm, composed, ever calculating — nodded once.
"Of course. But before we go, there's something I need to make clear."
Her eyes met his again, sharper now, like she was bracing for something.
"I'm not one to create drama. And I won't lie — not to you, and not to your sister. So before we go anywhere... you should know the truth."
He paused only a beat before continuing, voice steady.
"Yes, I've been on a date with Fubuki. We've… shared some intimate moments. No sex — but things have happened. And I do plan on seeing her again."
Tatsumaki's smile faltered slightly, her lips parting as a flicker of jealousy danced in her eyes. But she quickly pulled herself together, lifting her chin with regained composure.
Damian went on, gentle but direct.
"I'm not telling you this to push you away — quite the opposite. I'm being honest because I respect you. I respect both of you."
He straightened his posture, eyes locked with hers.
"My priority right now is becoming the strongest version of myself. Training. Hero work. Personal missions. Relationships — real ones — come after that. But if you're okay with honesty and no games… then yes. I'd love to take you out for a date right now."
Tatsumaki stared at him, stunned. Not by what he said — but how he said it.
Clear. Direct. Confident.
Oh my god… he just got even hotter.
A man with that much power… and that much integrity?
I want him. Now.
Her green aura flared briefly, a flicker of raw emotion swirling behind her before she quickly reined it in. She nodded, swallowing back a rush of adrenaline.
"…Yes. I think I understand you a little better now. And honestly… I want to know more."
Damian's lips parted into a genuine smile — warm, sincere, and rare.
"Well then," he said, stepping forward, "how about dinner in the sky?"
He raised his voice, glancing up toward the heavens.
"Nimbus!"
From the distant clouds, a golden light sparked to life. The Flying Nimbus descended quickly with a soft, cheerful hum — spiraling downward like a divine ember from the sun. It came to a gentle hover beside the balcony.
Tatsumaki's eyes widened.
"Wait… is that the—?"
She floated back half a step, awe washing over her face. "The floating cloud?! A real, flying… cloud?!"
Damian chuckled, taking a step closer.
"By the look on your face, I'm guessing you've heard about it."
Tatsumaki nodded slowly, completely entranced. "Genos told me… but I thought he was exaggerating. I didn't think it was real…"
Damian extended his hand — steady, open, and inviting.
"Well then," he said with a soft grin, "Miss Tatsumaki… why don't you take my hand, and ride with me?"
Her breath caught.
And without a word, she placed her hand in his.
Back Inside the Apartment
On the other side of the balcony door, silence reigned for a solid ten seconds.
Then—
"Did she just grab his hand?" King whispered from the kitchen doorway, leaning around with wide eyes.
Saitama, crouched behind the couch like a nosy neighbor, nodded slowly. "Yup. Didn't hesitate either. Bold move."
King whistled low. "Man... that guy doesn't miss."
Just then, Genos appeared out of nowhere — decloaking from his active camouflage beside the window like a military-grade ninja.
"Master," he said in a serious whisper. "They're gone."
Saitama blinked. "Whoa! Were you… invisible this whole time?!"
"Yes. I engaged stealth mode for recon purposes. I also extended my enhanced audio sensors toward the balcony."
King leaned in, eyes gleaming with curiosity. "And…?"
Genos's eyes flickered. "Based on fragmented voice analysis, Damian may be having… a very eventful evening."
Saitama and King exchanged a look.
Then grinned in perfect sync.
"Heheheheh… we knew it," Saitama chuckled proudly.
King raised an eyebrow. "You said she was gonna lose it and wreck the place."
Saitama shrugged, smirking. "Yeah, but I never said what kind of crazy she'd go. Could've been rage. Could've been romance. Same energy."
King groaned, rubbing his forehead. "You are absolutely the worst psychic predictor."
Saitama pointed at his own bald head. "It's the aerodynamic wisdom."
King just stared at him.
Meanwhile, Genos returned to the stove, still processing.
"I must admit," he said thoughtfully, "the outcome was unexpected. Miss Tatsumaki expressed zero hostility and showed signs of genuine affection."
Saitama flopped back onto the couch, stretching his arms. "Well, good for Damian. He earned some peace after nuking himself with space rock radiation all day."
King sighed. "Yeah… but I just hope the aftermath with Miss Fubuki doesn't turn into a Dragon-level event."
Saitama frowned. "Ugh. Don't jinx it. We just got all this new stuff." As Saitama sat down, ready to dig into dinner.
Z-City — Moments Later
The sky opened wide above them, painted in shades of amber and violet as the sun dipped beneath the edge of the world. The city below became a constellation of lights, pulsing gently like a living organism. And through that glowing twilight, the Flying Nimbus soared effortlessly upward — a golden cloud carrying two unlikely companions into the open sky.
Tatsumaki sat near the front of the cloud, small hands braced on her knees, back straight like a coiled spring. Behind her, Damian sat relaxed but firm, his legs spread slightly to anchor himself — creating a natural frame around her petite form.
As the Nimbus rose, Tatsumaki's breath caught. And Zooooooooom it took off!
Despite knowing she was safe — despite feeling the cloud cradle her like an unshakable seat — her instincts kicked in.
For the first time in her life, she wasn't flying under her own power.
No control… no aura… no telekinetic net.
Just… trust.
And without thinking, her hands reached back — grabbing hold of Damian's legs for stability.
Her fingers clutched instinctively around his shins first. Her palms registered the heat of him immediately — like radiant warmth on a winter day. Safe. Centering. Real.
But then her hands shifted.
Her thumbs slid slightly upward — tracing the firm outline of muscle beneath his suit.
And her heart skipped.
What the hell… are his legs made of marble?
Without realizing it, she squeezed again.
Harder this time.
A surge of raw curiosity overtook her as her fingers crept higher, moving from shin to thigh. Not with aggression — but with slow, curious fascination.
For the first time in years, Tatsumaki didn't feel like a weapon.
She felt… like a girl.
Damian noticed the subtle pressure — slight to him, but unmistakable. His super perception traced the contours of her body's reaction, the heat rising to her face, the tension in her shoulders. He smiled softly.
"You know…" he said, voice low and playful, "you won't fall off. The cloud's holding you up."
She froze.
"…But," he added with a small chuckle, "if you want to keep holding on… I'm definitely not complaining."
Her hands didn't move.
"Actually…" he continued, shifting slightly behind her with a smirk, "the way you're squeezing my thighs? Kinda feels like a massage. And after my day… that sounds perfect."
Tatsumaki blinked. Her fingers still rested on his thighs, but now… she was conscious of it.
She turned her head slightly, just enough to glance at him over her shoulder.
Her voice was quiet. "...Oh. S-Sorry. I didn't mean—"
But Damian smiled, relaxing further.
"No need to apologize," he said calmly. "But if you're gonna give me a massage… might as well do it right."
Tatsumaki turned away, flustered — but her hands didn't pull back. In fact, after a moment's hesitation… they started moving.
She began rubbing slow circles into the muscle with her palms, pressing deeper as she explored the tension there. No power. No tricks. Just her — giving the first massage of her life, on a cloud, in the sky.
Damian leaned back, arms behind him, eyes half-lidded.
"Mmm. That actually feels amazing," he murmured. "You've got the perfect amount of pressure. My Kryptonian muscle tissue's basically indestructible, but deep tissue massages still feel incredible. Especially after spending eight hours roasting under kryptonite."
Tatsumaki paused, her hands still.
"…Umm," she asked softly, glancing up at him. "What exactly were you testing today? Your friends said you were running some kind of experiment… and what even is Kryptonite?"
She didn't pull away. In fact, she shifted even closer.
Turning fully around, she settled onto her knees, now directly facing him between his legs. Her green hair fluttered gently in the wind, and her delicate frame seemed almost out of place against the vastness of the sky — like a curious spirit on the edge of something new.
Her hands returned to his thighs, pressing with slow, thoughtful intention as she looked up at him, waiting.
Damian adjusted, now propped up casually on his elbows. He tilted his head, watching her — the strongest esper on Earth — kneeling before him, eyes wide and unguarded.
Who would've thought...
Tatsumaki. On the Nimbus. Giving me a massage.
*Not just intrigued — genuinely interested. In me. *
He exhaled slowly, then gave her a small nod.
"Well," he began, "you already know my powers come from solar energy. But there's something I didn't explain before... back on Krypton, the sun was red — not yellow like Earth's."
Tatsumaki's fingers stilled again, her attention sharpening.
"Our red sun didn't emit the kind of radiation that activates my abilities. On Krypton, I was just… normal. No powers. No strength. Nothing."
He looked out at the horizon for a moment, letting the words carry weight.
"But under a yellow sun like this one… it's like my cells come alive. They absorb the solar radiation and convert it into energy. Strength, speed, healing, flight, senses — everything."
Tatsumaki's mouth parted slightly in awe. Her hands resumed their motion, gently tracing the curve of his thighs as if feeling that power beneath her fingertips.
Damian's gaze returned to hers.
"But even with all that power, there's still one thing that can kill me: Kryptonite."
He leaned forward slightly, tone more serious now.
"It's a crystal. Harmless to everyone else, but to me? It shuts down my cells. All of them. If I'm exposed to it long enough… it kills me. Slowly. Painfully."
Tatsumaki's brow furrowed, her hands slowing as her face shifted from curious to concerned.
"So… you're just carrying around a deadly crystal?"
Damian chuckled dryly. "More like studying it. I've been running controlled exposure tests to see if my body can adapt. If I can evolve past it. Today was the first full trial."
Her mouth opened slightly. "You... put yourself through that? On purpose?"
"Yup."
She blinked. "And... you didn't die?"
He smiled at her — relaxed, casual.
"Nope. Not yet," he said with a playful wink. "And I don't plan to. But yeah... it felt like I was dying for eight hours straight."
Tatsumaki's face tightened again. Her hands slid up higher along his thighs, massaging with more care now, less teasing and more instinctive. She leaned forward, her voice barely audible.
"Are you sure you're okay…?"
Damian sat up straighter, drawn to her concern. Their faces inched closer, the distance between them shrinking to mere inches — half a foot at most.
"I'm okay," he said softly, eyes focused only on her. "But I'm even better now… because you're helping me recover."
Her breath caught again, her lips parting just slightly.
Their closeness made her cheeks flush, but she didn't back away.
Damian's voice dropped to a gentle murmur, as if this moment belonged to no one but them.
"Don't worry. I'm nearly invulnerable."
Then — a pause.
His eyes narrowed just a bit, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"…Besides all that," he added with a teasing lilt, "is there anything you really wanted to ask me?"
Tatsumaki blinked. "Huh?"
He leaned in just a fraction more.
"Because if you don't," he said, voice flirty and calm, "I've got a question for you."
Tatsumaki blinked at his question.
She didn't answer right away.
Instead, she backed away just slightly — not with fear, but with hesitation. Her gaze faltered for the first time. Her fingers stopped moving. The confident aura that wrapped her like armor began to flicker.
Damian noticed it instantly.
She wasn't avoiding him. She was questioning herself.
"…Do you…" she started, voice lower now, almost timid. "Do you have a type?"
Her eyes didn't meet his.
There was something soft in her tone — uncertain, almost sad.
"And do you…" she swallowed gently, her fingers curling in her lap, "do you actually think I'm… beautiful?"
The words hit like a quiet confession — not for attention, but from a deeper place. One laced with old doubts.
Damian's heart slowed.
She's comparing herself…
Her eyes briefly drifted downward — past the cloud beneath them, past him. But in truth, her thoughts weren't anywhere near the sky.
Fubuki… her sister. Curvy. Mature. Elegant. Everything society calls "desirable."
And then, as if on reflex, her gaze fell to her own petite frame. Her modest chest. Her slim arms. She didn't say it — but she didn't have to.
She'd already judged herself.
Damian sat up fully, no longer leaning back. He moved closer. Close enough that his presence felt like warmth wrapped in gravity.
"Tatsumaki," he said, voice calm but firm.
She hesitated… then looked up at him again.
His hand reached out, slow and steady, and gently touched her chin — lifting it just enough to meet his eyes.
"I'm very attracted to you," he said clearly.
Her eyes widened.
"I think your features are stunning. Your face — it's like something off a supermodel billboard. Elegant, sharp, confident."
He held her gaze with absolute sincerity.
"And as someone chasing power myself… your strength, your presence — it's intoxicating."
Her breath caught in her throat.
Then, a flicker — subtle at first. A pulse of psychic energy crackled through the air, making her green hair lift just slightly around her face like a halo caught in a breeze.
From his fingers, a warmth radiated into her skin.
But her body responded differently.
A chill traced her spine.
A powerful, unshakable shiver — not of fear, but of overwhelming sensation. It flooded her like a storm breaking through a dam. Her pulse quickened. Her breathing deepened.
And Damian… could feel it.
With his super senses, he didn't just hear her heartbeat — he felt the hormone shift, tasted the sudden rush of pheromones in the air. Lust. Need. Heat.
But he said nothing.
Her lips parted slightly, her voice soft… breathy.
"…Damian," she murmured, "can you… lay back down?"
He arched a brow, amused. "Of course. May I ask why?"
She hesitated for a half-second, cheeks flushed — but the fire in her emerald eyes never dimmed.
"…So I can massage the rest of you," she said with a teasing smile. "While I find out more… about everything."
Damian grinned.
"Fair enough."
He slowly reclined onto the golden Nimbus, arms folding behind his head, his body glowing softly in the amber twilight as the last golden threads of sunlight traced along his skin. At his mental command, his super-suit shimmered — nanites shifting configuration. The armored plating melted away, reforming into something more casual: a fitted black shirt and dark shorts, flexible and breathable, exposing more of him to the fading warmth of the sun.
The sky around them had turned a deep violet, the horizon kissed with starlight. Above, constellations began to flicker into view. Below, the city twinkled faintly like a galaxy mirrored on the Earth's surface.
Here, on a floating golden cloud — there were no heroes. No missions. No ranks. Just them.
Alone.
Nestled in the heavens.
The cloud adjusted slightly beneath him, forming a perfect cradle of comfort.
And then—Tatsumaki moved.
With fluid, deliberate motion, she leaned forward… crawling over him on all fours.
Her knees sank into the cloud, hands on either side of his waist as she slowly moved up his body. Her soft, controlled breathing brushed his skin as she straddled one of his legs —her open skirt fluttered, and only a thong underneath, her skin made contact with Damian, pressing down onto the thick muscle of his thigh. She gasped lightly at the contact but didn't pull away.
Her hips subtly rolled forward rubbing her warm, wet, and sensitive pussy along his thigh… Testing. Feeling.
Her face hovered inches above his torso, lips parted, cheeks flushed with a radiant, blooming heat.
Her hands moved slowly — reverently — gliding up the sculpted ridges of his waist, over the firm grooves of his abdomen, until they reached his chest. Her fingertips pressed into him gently, tracing the contours of his strength like she was memorizing a map only she had been allowed to see.
Damian remained still beneath her, gaze locked — his expression calm, but eyes burning with smoldering curiosity.
She leaned in closer.
Her breath brushed against his skin, soft as moonlight — her body drawn to his, pulled by something primal and undeniable.
And just before her lips could meet his skin… she paused.
She looked up — eyes locking with his.
The moment froze.
Both of them perfectly still.
Both of them breathing the same breath, suspended in a space between restraint and surrender.
They hovered on the edge of something dangerous… thrilling… inevitable.
Above them, the sky shimmered — stars spinning across the heavens like silver fire. The wind whispered around the cloud, but the world itself felt silent. Like it was watching.
Then — Damian's sapphire-blue eyes flickered.
A flash of crimson energy pulsed through them — heat behind power.
And as the space between them vanished—
Their lips met.
Soft. Electric. Real.
To Be Continued…
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