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The day went by smoothly with the house tour; the general presentation of the different rooms inside of Saitama's home was decent as he showed the young lamia around. Miia was awed by the sheer amount of space each area had, ranging from the two bedrooms, living room and even the bathroom. Saitama definitely hit the jackpot of acquiring the high income appearing abode, although it was all thanks to Smith helping him when he signed up for the program.

He could've spent his days of training through cold streets and sparse amount of food which he wouldn't prefer.

Night conveniently fell after the tour was over. The majority of the early end was Saitama, Miia and Smith helping unpack the demi-human's belongings into her new bedroom, then once finished all went back to the first level of the house. Luckily, Saitama had the chance to change his attire into a more casual white tee and shorts, his tracksuit finally being cleaned inside of the laundry washer.

Having to observe throughout the house tour, Smith was placing on her heels and was nearing the door, Saitama simply standing by her. Miia, meanwhile was sitting on the couch in the living room, occupying herself by watching a program on the large screened television. It was some sort of generic anime that showed how the power of friendship conquered evil and all other cheesy gimmicks to get people watching.

Having readied herself, Smith turned to the hero in training. "I do hope you'll make sure our exchange student here feels right at home." The ravenette gave a kind grin and wink before reaching her hand over and patting his shoulder. "I'll trust you'll do whatever you can to make her comfortable, right Mr. Hero?"

Saitama simply nodded, adding on to it with a thumbs up that reassured her his promise. With that, Smith was out the door and on her merry way back to her place, Saitama closing the door behind her once she left. The spiky haired fellow let out a small sigh, having felt relief that the long day was over and done with.

Now… What to do next?

The hero placed a hand under his chin, an intense look was present on his face as thoughts rolled inside of his brain. So I gotta make sure she feels alright around me is all. However, hesitation appeared, causing Saitama to frown as he made his way towards the living room. But what if she doesn't take any sort of comfort when I'm around.

Saitama leaned his body against the entryway, his arms crossed as he was in deep mental thinking, his simplistic eyes looking towards the distracted Miia. I mean she's just as normal as any other girl, just with a snake tail is all. His eyes glanced to the lamia's large crimson scaled tail lying sprawled on the wooden floor.

Miia, noticing the hero's stare turned her attention to him, her amber eyes showed wonder on what he was up to. Upon reaction, Saitama froze for a split second until turning his head to the side, his gaze was now somewhere else. This would only make the redhead scowl before returning her focus back on the TV.

I knew it. There's no way a person like him would be okay with someone like me. Miia negatively thought. He just thinks I'm some sort of freak…

Fuck! Saitama mentally cursed to himself, quietly slapping his hand on his forehead in disbelief. How can I be so stupid? I can't be just gawking at her like she's some circus attraction!

Calming himself down, Saitama walked inside, his eyes never towards the liminal as he made his way towards the couch. This however, only irritated the red haired beauty, making sure she was paying him no mind yet a displeased frown was evident on her face. Saitama plopped himself onto the couch, his seat opposite to Miia's as his eyes were now glued to the television screen.

Despite the sounds of the TV acting as radio noise, only silence filled the room as the two never looked or talked to each other.

This is so awkward. The two thought in unison.

Not having the endurance or patience for this uncomfortable situation, Saitama was the first to speak up. "So… You liking this place so far?"

Miia only raised a brow at his question as she looked to him. "It's alright, I guess."

Saitama still didn't face her as he nodded, a strained smile on his face. "Ahhh alright, that's cool. Yeah.. really… cool, mhm…"

Crap… If he had to admit it, Saitama wasn't the most sociable person anyone could ever meet. He wasn't the one to dish out amusing inquiries, having preferred to be a responder in most social interactions. Looks like it was going to be harder than he thought.

As a cold sweat appeared on his forehead and shadows covering his eyes due to total social awkwardness, Miia on witnessing this had only a grimace present as she crossed her arms. "What's up with you?"

"W-What do you mean?" Saitama asked.

"You aren't looking at me when you're talking to me. You're acting as though I'm going to eat you or something…"

"Oh, my bad!" Saitama quickly apologized as he turned his head to her, surprising the lovely lamia. "I just didn't want to make you feel weirded out by my staring."

Miia only blinked at his apology and reasoning, her arms unfolding and to her sides as she processed this. "O-Oh… Well, you're fine…" She assured him, causing the hero to sigh in relief.

"Ah, that's good to hear." An idea popped inside of his head, a plan to make sure she felt at ease with him. Miia was surprised that once her focus was on Saitama again, his average features on his face was sharp and detailed; pure seriousness evident in his face as well as when he spoke.

"You know, guys like me would often find themselves to be staring at pretty girls such as yourself that when girls look at them, they immediately turn away." He told her, hoping that what he reasoned with was believable. "We find ourselves not wishing to creep out the girls we find cute and only want to make sure they're okay with us!"

Miia dumbly nodded to this, unsure what to think of how he appeared or what he said. However, something did stick with her when he made that statement. "So.. You think I'm pretty?"

"One hundred percent!" The hero confidently smiled before giving the girl a thumbs up.

The lamia's eyes widened by his pure honesty, sensing no deceit in his voice whatsoever. Never had she known that a human male such as Saitama was one she could ever meet in her life; someone so courteous to her and thinking she was beautiful. It made her heart flutter and scaled cheeks adopted a soft pink hue to them.

Noticing this had caused Saitama's sharp features deflate to his simplistic face, worriedness now creeping over. "Ah! I didn't say anything bad did I? I'm so-."

"N-No, you're fine." Miia put him at ease, although on realizing how she was flustered all of sudden, looked away whilst attempting to rid herself of her blush.

"Oh." Saitama relieved once more could only smile at Miia. "Well just tell me whatever you need so you feel right at home. I'll do my best to make sure you get it."

"M-Mhmm…" A soft mumble elicited from the lamia as she patted away at blood inside of her cheeks, steam nearly fuming from her long ears.

What was wrong with her? She only met this man today and already she was feeling something for him. Sure, he was the only one to compliment her and had no problems with her being different but that couldn't just be only those qualities.

Saitama meanwhile was thinking once again, his hand rubbing under his chin before a lightbulb went off inside of his head. "Ah, that's it!"

Before Miia could voice in her curiosity on what he was going on about, she became awed by the sheer speed of the hero suddenly exiting himself from the living room then climbing up the stairways. She blinked, confused at what she just saw only to hear the fast paced footsteps of Saitama's return.

Sure is the speedy guy, isn't he? Miia thought, her head turning to the return of the hero before her amber eyes took on a surprised emotion.

Saitama had brought down a large pillow in around one limb while a cozy green blanket draped over his shoulders. Presumably, these gifts for were Miia as evident when Saitama made his way to her.

Without a word, the hero placed the huge pillow between Miia's back and the couch, the snake liminal sinking back into the comfortable cushion. Right after, he started to wrap the blanket around her body, making sure the blanket was cozily covering her. He didn't even notice the emanating crimson that returned to her cheeks once he finished.

A grin of confidence appeared on Saitama's lips, internally congratulating himself on a job well done. "I saw on a show once that snakes need a lot of warmth so that they can survive. We don't want you freezing now, do we?" And with that, the spiky haired man sat back into his original seat, letting out a sigh of relaxation.

Miia was completely speechless, staring at Saitama while he watched the TV. Such kindness brought upon her by the average male and he did it only for her to feel pleasant. Just what did she do to live in the household of the caring individual?

Thoughts like these only caused her heart to flutter and warmth filling every single part of her body.

A smile graced on the demi-human's face as she snuggled up inside the blanket and letting out a relaxing smile.

"Thank you." She said to him, resulting in Saitama turning to her with his ever so present blank face.

"Not a problem at all." Replying with a nod, the two were now in comfortable silence as they spent the night watching TV.

...

A week had passed with Miia staying with Saitama. The liminal had gotten used to her new home in a short amount of time, all thanks to the hospitality provided by the hero in training. Every now and then, Smith would check up on the two with her visits, having to find that Saitama had done a decent job in being a suitable host for Miia. Even Saitama had found her visits to be pleasant from time to time yet was still annoyed due to how she was always lazing about inside of his home to get away from her responsibilities.

Despite Miia warming up to her host, she found his personality to be rather peculiar. He didn't speak much to her after the house tour, possibly due to how he wasn't much of a talker so the liminial was initially the one to chat with him whenever there was a chance. Usually she would talk about the show they were watching on TV while Saitama gave short answers or nods.

Not only was he socially inept but at times, Miia would see him in his usual tracksuit and physically trained every single day around the house. He would leave the house for a good hour in order to finish off his practice with a run. Miia wondered if the strange man ever took breaks at all, seeing as how Saitama was drained or sore right after. When asking about why he trained so hard and didn't let his body rest for a day, Saitama only looked to her with a blank stare.

He answered ever so plainly that it perplexed the snake liminal.

"I want to be the strongest hero."

Right after, Saitama left the house to do his run, leaving Miia alone. She stood there in the hallway, still puzzled on the answer he gave her, only letting out a small sigh. Seriously, the so called 'hero' was a weird one yet he did his best to care for the lamia as if she was a part of him.

Miia's lips curved upwards into a smile as she went up the stairs. The strongest hero, huh? The redhead thought, her slithering steps made way towards the glass door, opening it to the spacious roof deck.

After having washed her clothes in the laundry room , Miia had left her wet clothes to dry off on the string of the clothes hanger as well as placing some of Saitama's casual wears on the second hanger. The small breeze outside helped cool out the articles of clothing and the radiant sun's rays helped with drying and heating up the clothes at a considerable rate.

Seeing as how the hung clothing was dry enough, Miia picked up the nearby clothes basket before collecting every piece. However, she froze once she noticed something wrong.

Her bra was missing from the hanger.

A small blush appeared on her cheeks, the realization made her drop the basket and frantically slithered around the spacious deck to find where her bra had gone. The wind couldn't have blown it away could it? It was way too gentle and calm plus why would it only take away just one piece?

The lamia checked carefully around the deck and leaned over the railings of the perimeter as she desperately wanted to find her missing brassiere.

She halted once she heard strange heavy breathing… In particular, the kind of breathing that was husk and rather suggestive.

Turning her head to the noise, she spotted a figure on the roof, its body hunched over and back towards her as its body slowly rose up and down from its breathes.

Tilting her head to the side quizzically, she called out. "Um.. Hey! What're you doing up there?"

The figure froze before standing up then dramatically flipping off the roof, its body spinning about and twirling until it landed just a few feet away from Miia.

It revealed itself to be an average human male, although that wasn't what disturbed the young lamia when looking at him. The man was half naked, save for a black thong that serve to only emphasize his bulge, fishnet stockings on his legs and simple white sneakers. The more defining trait he had were the pure white panties that covered his face, save for the holes that revealed his sharp eyebrows and cartoonishly milky white eyes.

Truly, this man was the epitome of depravity.

Miia, screamed in dismay as she finally saw what he wore, covering her eyes to shield away from having to see such a immoral sight.

"Hmph!" The pervert only crossed his arms, his intense gaze never leaving the lamia much to her displeasure. "I only can think that a mortal such as yourself can't bring herself to the sheer epic appearance of an immaculate being such as myself!" He further emphasized this by having his hands on his hips and flexing out the pectoral muscles he had while flexing his abdominals.

"Ugh!" Miia couldn't bare upon looking at the weird man as her hands still covered her vision, however through the cracks between her fingers, she soon spotted a familiar piece that were gripped in the right hand of the pervert.

"HEY!" She uncovered her face now, pure rage filling inside of her as she pointed a finger at him. "WHY DO YOU HAVE MY BRA!?"

"Hm?" The panty faced man stopped his pose, looking to his hand that held the bra before holding it out to her. "Ah, this? Well it's only another one of my trophies, dear serpentine beauty! It's only such a rare chance to take hold of a bra that belongs to a mo-."

"GIVE THEM BACK!" Miia screamed as she whipped her tail out and lashed towards the depraved man in great speed.

To her surprise, the pervert had dodged her attack with great ease, his pelvis thrusting out to the side as he avoided the tail. As the man was out of harm's way, he began his mad dash towards Miia, his body was a blur from what Miia could see. The masked panty man zoomed past Miia, the strong gust of wind and force he left behind caused the poor liminal to fall on her back, nearly dazed at what just hit her.

Recovering, she sat up, her head whipping back towards the perverted individual, confused on how the perverted human could dodge an attack from a demi-human as well as to possess such inhuman speeds.

Still, it didn't stop the rage that was boiling inside of her as she quickly stood back up. "Give me back my bra, you freak!" She yelled out, only to her shock the said bra was thrown back to her in a ball to which she caught.

The panty man's back was only facing her, his flexing glutes only discomforted her. "Despite you possessing such a lovely bust, I'm afraid that I'd take on an even better prize." His head turned back to her as a perverted grin was evident underneath his mask and hand holding up a pink triangular pad that had frilly designs on it.

Miia's eyes were wide with shocked as she looked down to her skirt, only feeling the small breeze from before brushing up her revealed area. She screamed in horror once more as she held down her skirt to cover up, her face glowing brightly with shades of red.

The perverted freak had stolen her panties!

The said freak's body was facing her fully as he started to play around with the lamia's panties, his two pointer fingers gently pushing against the sides of the triangular shaped undergarments. "This trophy is surely the greatest I have been blessed to take! I only wonder that material is used to make something to cover the purity of a lamia's flower!"

Miia had enough of the shameless ramblings of the crazed thief, instantly lashing out her tail again as the assailant was occupied with her panties.

No such luck came when the panty man anticipated this, swiftly moving to the side before grabbing onto the end of her tail and holding his trophy in his other hand.

Shocked again by his reflexes and quick movement, Miia attempted to pull away her tail only to feel a weakening surge throughout her body. "Hungh!?"

The masked pervert twiddled with the tip of her tail between his finger and thumb, essentially causing the poor lamia's body to tingle with different sensations. His digits squeezing and tugging at the tip that caused Miia to involuntarily moan, resulting her to cover her mouth in embarrassment. Her amber eyes filled with hatred as she glared at the man, her face nearly steaming at the unneeded harassment.

The pervert laughed at her situation as he continued on with his lewd onslaught. "So the rumors were true that the tip of a lamia's tail was a special weak point. Surely, luck has sided with me today!"

Unable to stand any longer, Miia's whole body fell onto the wooden floor of the deck, her body convulsing in all sorts of unwanted erotic surges as she so desperately tried to pull away only to no avail.

With a grin of triumph, the panty faced male approached her slowly, Miia could only helplessly watch when he started to close in. "With a trophy in one hand and gratifying a beautiful liminal in the other, this moment we'll have will surely be a memory we shall never forget." The man stated as he stood over the trembling lamia.

In husky breathes, Miia felt herself to be doomed to be violated by the depraved villain, a look of fear evident on her face as she closed her eyes tightly. She could only wish for some miracle to happen…

Please… Someone save me…

A familiar voice soon chimed in, the lamia's wish was granted. "Oh yeah? What're you gonna do with her?"

"Well isn't it obvious? I'm sure you follow the genre of doujins that would imply what this situation may lead to- GUGH!"

POW!

When the panty faced thief turned his head to the source of the voice, it resulted with his face meeting a hardened fist that sent him flying towards the railing of the deck and crashing onto it. The impact had caused the man to thankfully let go of Miia's tail and her panties.

Regaining her composure, Miia slowly opened her eyes, her vision trying to take in on her savior.

Her eyes were wide with surprise as she recognized the familiar spiky haired male adorning his usual blue tracksuit and white running shoes.

"S...Saitama?"

Saitama nodded to her response as he held her panties in his hand, his other hand was closed in a fist as smoke emanated from his knuckles to which Miia noticed. Walking up to her and kneeling down to her level, he brought up the panties to her. "I believe this belongs to you. Also, you okay?"

Despite having on his usual blank look, his statement was one that concerned for the wellbeing of the liminal. She only nodded in response to his question, taking back her returned undergarments before putting it on. To the relief of Miia, Saitama looked to the side as she placed them on, his gaze resting onto the panty faced criminal that was out cold against the railing.

A question popped into Miia's mind once she finished putting on her panties, looking to the hero in training with wonderment. "How did you get here?"

Returning his attention to the lamia, Saitama only answered simply. "Ah. I jumped onto the deck after I heard the commotion when I headed back here."

Miia nodded to his answer… Only to find herself puzzled at what he just said. "W-Wait.. You JUMPED onto the deck!?"

"Yep."

"B-But how!? This house is two stories high!"

"I've been training a lot." Saitama answered with a simple shrug, resulting to Miia's dumbfounded by his reasoning, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to process the crazy happenings around her.

The comedic moment between the two was interrupted when they heard the struggling grunts of the perverted man slowly getting up.

Saitama and Mia watched as the pervert slowly stood, a noticeable change on him was that the outline of where his nose was in his mask was leaking out blood, staining the clean slate of it. His white eyes were bulging with rage as pronounced red lines filled in from the sides. A deathly aura emitted from him as his average fit body started to suddenly bulk up.

"To think that someone would interrupt my daily quests for attaining the sheer beauty of women's private wares… Truly, this is UNFORGIVABLE!" He yelled out, the man's hands contorted to that of lithe fingers with sharp razor claws.

The panty faced pervert didn't even look to be human anymore, his appearance was similar to that of a depraved monster.

Miia's eyes were filled with fear from witnessing such a beastly transformation, although Saitama was only the opposite; his face retaining his neutral expression and never moved an inch from where he was standing.

With a dramatic clawed point to the hero, the panty monster yelled out his declaration. "Prepare yourself, you lowly piece of trash! Today will be your last day walking on this Earth!"

With a small sigh, Saitama only cracked his knuckles, smirking at the beast. "Let's see what you got then, pervert."

Without a moment of hesitation, the panty monster let out an inhuman roar as he rushed towards the hero. His movements were unseen by Miia as she thought the monster teleported up close to Saitama. Recoiling as far away from the incoming battle as possible, she watched at the spectacle unfolding before her very eyes.

The panty monster began his furiously quick yet sloppy swipes at Saitama who only dodged or parried his attacks with relative ease. Each of the monster's slashes only met with air as Saitama continued to dodge. The hero thought for a change of pace, after dodging one slash resulted with him striking the monster's sternum with a hard punch.

"AUGH!" The monster grunted in pain as he was pushed away from the hit, his clawed hands covering the spot where he was struck and his stocking covered legs began to shake from the force of the punch.

Saitama raised an eyebrow at how the panty faced creature took his punch. Seems like he can't really take on my punch. Well then…

With that thought in mind, Saitama dashed towards the monster closing the space between them as he readied his fist again, pulling it back to ready the event of pain for the sorry beast.

"Consecutive Normal Punches!"

Yelling his move out, the monster's body was collided with the volley of a furious fist, punch after punch were delivered onto the monster, beating him senseless and unable to react.

Miia watched in awe as she watched the hero beating the panty monster into submission, shocked to see that such an average human such as Saitama could hold his own against a beastly opponent.. Although, from she had witnessed with her encounter with the perverted thief, she never knew to meet such humans that possessed superhuman abilities that could even rival a liminal's.

Stopping his Consecutive Normal Punches, Saitama looked at the panty faced beast as he was dazed, desperately trying to stand after having to be a victim to the amount of damage it received. Pulling back his fist once more, Saitama was ready to give out the finishing blow… Only to stop his punch midway as he felt a sudden pang hit his body.

Wincing from the sharp pain that was shooting inside of him, Saitama felt his knees buckle, nearly giving out while he held his arm. Pained breathes escaped from him while he started to sweat from the aching feeling. Shit! Of all the times that this needed to happen!

Miia, confused by the sudden look of distress on Saitama furrowed her brows at his disposition. What's wrong with him? Why did he stop his punch midway?

Her eyes had the returning fear in them as she called out to him. "Watch out!"

Saitama, reacting too late saw the monster slashing down his claws at him, the hero quickly bringing up his right arm upward to block only to feel the sharp talons tear through his sleeve of his jacket and onto his skin. The marks bled out, Saitama trying his best to ignore the discomfort only to find a sneakered foot shoot at his stomach, nearly knocking the wind out of him. The hero was flown back from the forward kick, only halted slamming against the metal pillar of the clothes hanger.

BAM!

Saitama gave out pained pants as he did his best to recover from the sheer amount of soreness that was spreading throughout his body, the main sources that stuck out as problems were his slashed arm and stomach.

Panting as well, the monster, despite heavily bruised brought his foot down from his kick. The beast was miraculously still standing his ground as he started to approach the hero with slow steps, his eyes bloodshot from damage and bloodlust.

Miia shook in fear from seeing Saitama get hurt, tears nearly spilling from her eyes and body shaking with the realization of her losing him. He's hurt.. I have to do something or else, he'll… he'll…

"THIS IS THE END FOR YOU!" The panty monster screamed as he made a mad dash to the hero, his claws readying to strike down to end the hero.

"STOP!" Miia's tail sprung out once more, curling around the leg of the beast and latching onto it, resulting for the monster to fall flat on his face with a groan of pain. Miia tightened her grip of her tail, the sensations of damage caused the monster to his teeth under his mask.

"You slithering bitch! Let go or el-!" The monster's curses at the liminal were interrupted when Saitama punched him on the back of his head, the monster feeling the impact of wood hit his masked face and head going through the floor.

Finally, it was all over.

Miia sighed with relief as she loosened and let go of the defeated villain's leg, having to feel comfortable that the beast had what he deserved.

Her eyes looked up to Saitama approaching her, his hand that belonged to his slashed arm held out to her. She saw the simple features of his face were once again sharpened, seeing the otherwise serious look that he adorned. A smile appeared on his lips as he still held out his hand to her.

"Good work. I didn't think I was gonna survive until you came to help." The hero sincerely thanked her for her assistance.

Miia's cheeks were a warm red, the fluttering feeling in her heart returning as the corners of her lips went upwards as she gratefully took the hand of the hero.

"Thank you for saving me.. Saitama."

...

"I can't believe you two had to deal with that today." Smith said in disbelief, a finger rubbed against her temple as she took in the warm liquid of coffee into her mouth. Gulping it down, she let out a sigh as she placed the mug down onto the table.

Smith, Miia and Saitama were both sitting in the living room, the sun had just set when Smith arrived at Saitama's home only to be greeted by the bruised Saitama holding up a tied up and beaten panty masked monster by a rope. Needless to say, the coordinator was beyond shocked at seeing such an unusual sight, especially on just coming in to get away from her duties. Unluckily, she had to call in her force to take away the inhuman to the agent's headquarters for questioning and imprisonment much to her dismay.

She only wanted to just relax for one day. At least she had some coffee.

Smith sat back onto the recliner as she contemplated the situation, while both Miia and Saitama were sitting on the couch. Saitama, getting out of his tracksuit and into his casual clothes had on bandages around his right arm to heal away the cuts he received from the fight. Miia fidgeted in her seat, replaying the unusual events that happened today.

"So, from what you and Miia have told me is that some guy wearing panties over his face harassed Miia, turned into some sort of monster and attacked you but you retaliated by beating him up?" Smith questioned, basing it upon the similar events that was told to her by the two.

"Mhm!" Miia vigorously nodded her head to her inquiry.

"Yep. And I would've gotten more bandages if it wasn't for Miia's help." Saitama replied.

Smith pinched the bridge of her nose, not expecting to hear such a ridiculous story yet from what she had seen today from Saitama's battle torn tracksuit and the appearance of the monster that was defeated by him, only made her believe them.

"Only more paperwork for tonight…" She muttered under her breath as she finished her coffee and setting aside the mug. She stood up now, walking towards Miia and Saitama. Her arm outstretched to the hero as she delivered a small chop to his scruffy haired head. "You should've been more careful! If you would've died in that fight, who's going to brew up some delicious coffee and snacks whenever I come over?"

Saitama was about to bring out a annoyed quip to her scolding until spotting the genuine smile on Smith's face. "I'm just glad that you're okay and that you saved our adorable homestay, at least. Just watch out for yourself from now, okay Mr. Hero?"

The hero returned the smile before the coordinator said her goodnight and farewell to the two, leaving the lounge area. Saitama's eyes turned to Miia, the fringes of her red hair covering his eyes, the hero unable to read her expression.

"Uh.. Miia? You okay?"

In response to his question, the lamia suddenly latched onto Saitama's bandaged arm with hers. Her entire form was trembling as her face was against his shoulder and Saitama noticed the quiet sobs from her.

"I-I was so scared.. I thought I was going to lose you.." She said between her crying, her tears staining onto the hero's plain white tee. Saitama let out a small sigh before reaching his hand over her head, gently stroking the crying girl's head.

"Hey, hey. Everything is okay now right?" The hero asked as Miia looked up to him with still tear streaming eyes. "What matters to me is that you're safe and sound. After all, what host and hero would I be if I let someone get hurt or worse?"

Saitama released her head, having his thumb gently rub away at the escaping tears on the lamia's cheeks. Miia sniffled, having to calm down now at the touch of her host and a small shade of crimson appearing on her scaled cheeks. The admiration for the hero started to blossom now inside of her, as her large tail slowly coiled itself around Saitama's legs.

Miia smiled as she hugged onto Saitama's arm, her head soon nestling onto his shoulder and neck intimately. "That's right.. You're my hero.. And my dear Darling as well." The lamia revealed her true feelings of passion and love for the hero, not holding back on what she felt for the simple man.

Saitama only nodded to her enamored confession as he looked blankly on… Only to realize a second later and look at the liminal with a puzzled expression. "Wait.. Darling?"

Meanwhile, Smith, leaning against the corridor of the wall in the dark hallway near the exit of the house only crossed her arms as an amused smile had graced upon her lips. She let out a small, quiet chuckle as she began to put on her heels. "Looks like it's the season for romance."

And it was only the beginning of it…

Phew.

Well, this concludes chapter two of The Hero with a Monster Girl. Thank you for those who favorited and follow my first fanfic crossover of One Punch Man and Daily Life with Monster Girls as I never found myself to be the greatest story teller. This chapter took a lot of effort and thought to which I might need to edit once I look over it after posting. It took a lot for my lazy ass to get up and finish this chapter to move along the story but I am proud with the details I came up with and having to develop the relationship between Saitama and Miia.

And now we have the sudden appearance of humans turning into monsters to which might add in the dramatic effect upon the differences between regular humans and demi-humans. Who knows what will bring upon as the story unfolds, however we do know that our hero and his companions will find ways to get past through the obstacles. Hmm.. Sounds a bit more cheesy when I write that down.

Again, thank you to all who support this story and look forward to the next chapters ahead. Leave any comments you have and hopefully ones that aren't in the negative.

Goodnight.