It was five hours later when the next set of in-home events started. Genos returned with Kamiko, and she was quick to see to Tacki's health. Orotsu moved into the kitchen to start making meals. Richoo went around after seeing his wife and daughter home to get cleaning and laundry done. Tsuruga decided to help Grigos with guard duty. Suiryu had to work on his training regime for now.

"Saitama?" Kamiko called out from outside the bedroom door.

"Yes? Who is it?" Saitama asked.

"It's Kamiko. I have something for Lady Mitsumi to help you both," she said. She was given the all clear to walk in, and she closed the door behind her. "I have some ointment that helps me with Genos at times. It may help her, too."

"Oh. Um…okay…" Saitama said and muted the microphone. She did find herself a touch speechless at the red aura that radiated plainly from his form. When he blinked his fiery pupils at her, she instinctively cringed. At this, he rolled his eyes. "I know. This red crap is stupid. I won't hurt you. You're family."

"I know. Just unexpected," Kamiko admitted. She took out the tube of lubricating gel and looked at Mitsumi. "The best way to use this is to put it on him. Then he can use it on you when he's with you."

"Ah. Um…" Mitsumi seemed to blush a bit, but she took the tube. "Saitama, we need to separate for just a moment."

"Ugh. Okay…" he grimaced.

"May as well do a bathroom break," she said.

"Hmm. That works. Kamiko, I know you're a doctor of sorts, but, for me, please turn around," Saitama said. Kamiko nodded and turned towards the door to give them a touch of privacy.

"Saitama…what the hell is that?!" Mitsumi gaped on looking between his legs. "How…is that…?!"

"Mitsumi…please…later…?" he grimaced with control.

"It's like…twice as big as…as….um…okay…" she cringed lightly and saw Kamiko move to put her hands over her mouth to keep quiet. He squeezed his eyes shut to keep his control in check. Mitsumi was able to use the restroom and let Saitama use it next to show he had to go. When he got back, the ointment was administered by her first before he was able to join with her again. She was expecting a form of pain, but she was surprised when everything was fine.

"Okay. Mitsumi, are you good? Am I hurting you?" he asked after the sensation from joining with her again passed.

"No. Surprisingly," she sighed and pressed into him.

"It's safe to turn around?" Kamiko asked.

"Yeah. Apparently…my dick is a monster. In size. So…not complaining," Saitama said with a shrug. "And it's not hurting her, so that's a bonus."

"I'm just glad it's not ripping me in half," Mitsumi said to get him looking at her with shock. "I'm being serious! Unless my body adjusted to you like this, or just knows that no one else can do this with me. I have no idea."

"Don't question it," Kamiko said with a chuckle. "Anyways, keep that with you. It's a fresh tube, so it's fine. I have one for myself. It may help you through the next few days. Just apply it during your bathroom breaks."

"Thanks," Saitama nodded. "Is Genos here, too?"

"He is. Did you need him?" she asked.

"No. Well…actually, yes. We need to plan ahead for a few things," Saitama said. "Mitsumi, here. Cover up a bit."

"Right," Mitsumi nodded and pulled up the golden silk bed sheet. He managed to move to settle against the pillows with her and let her feed him a piece of deer meat. He set the headset back on and unmuted himself.

"Is everyone still here?" Saitama asked.

"I think so," King said.

"Yeah," Child Emperor said.

"I'm idling in the game, but I still have voice chat," Metal Knight said.

"I'm here," Zombieman said.

"Same!" Fumio said.

"Master Saitama?" Genos asked.

"Genos. Come into the bedroom, please. Kamiko was going to get you. We have some planning to do when this red crap is done," Saitama said. "And I need the rest of you to listen in, too. Fumio, you don't have to listen in if you don't want to. Okay?"

"Okay, Dad," Fumio said.

"Actually, Master Saitama, I can remain out here. We are in the voice chat together, so I will not be intruding on anything if something happens," Genos said and watched Kamiko close the bedroom door behind her to sit next to him. Genos put an arm around her and nodded to her.

"Oh. Yeah, that makes sense. Anyways, usually, I'm not one to make such decisions. But…as it involves Mitsumi, I have no choice," Saitama said.

"Hey. Fumio gave me the headset for now," Kamikaze said.

"Oh. Okay. Anyways, when this red crap is done with me, the Hero Association plans to do another mass recruitment. I know Tanktop Master may show up again, but I don't know who else will want to appear to help with the assessments. Mitsumi and I have to be there to look at any new recruits. If they are retries, we don't have to see them. But…I think we're going to, anyways. This is in case they got involved with the Secret Skins," Saitama said carefully.

"I'll see if Bane wants to show up to this, too," Kamikaze said. "I'm sure he would want to."

"I can ask Rendor to see if Tatsumaki wants to join," Fubuki said. "Sorry, I just got in and there's a speaker mode on the headset. Kamikaze is letting me listen in to help. I'll want to help with the assessment with Inichi. We were there for the destruction of them, too."

"Hey! It's Lightning Max," Max said when he finally got into the chat. "I had to get myself a console to join up. I'm in my room. What's going on?"

"Oh," Saitama said and repeated things briefly to get Max up to speed.

"If you need me, count me in," Max said.

"I'm in, too," Zombieman said. "Himiko, I don't want you there. You can stay home. Or stick with Daiki."

"Okay," Himiko was heard next to him.

"As it stands, we found seven Secret Skins on that first run," Saitama said. "Wind Crane attacked with me to kill them all in one go."

"Same thing may happen?" Kamikaze asked.

"Yes. It's with Secret Skins affairs. She'll definitely be there," Zenchu said over the speaker. "She's already confirming that she'll be there."

"Tacki, I'll want you with me. You can work on some karaoke costumes. Okay?" Kamikaze said to see her nod at him with a smile. "I know you can be safe at the restaurant, but I'll feel better if you're with me."

"That's fine," Tacki said and drank more tea. "Just bring a bucket. Okay?"

"Ah…yeah. We can do that," he sighed.

"As it stands, the next couple of days will be interesting," Saitama said. Then he glared at his ringing phone. "Don't mute me, King."

"Okay," King agreed.

"Hello?" Mitsumi said when she answered the phone and put it on speaker.

"Is Caped Baldy there?" the masculine voice asked.

"Maybe. Who's asking? This is his wife, Fan Dancer," she said.

"Ah. Well…I was hoping to talk to him," the voice continued.

"I'm here. But if you don't give me a name, I'm not answering your questions. I'm also in no mood for games. No name. I hang up. So, what's your name?" Saitama asked and pressed a kiss to Mitsumi's forehead.

"Oh…well…that's not really necess-" the voice got hung up on to let the speaker know that Saitama was dead serious.

"Nice," Lightning Max chuckled.

"I would have done the same thing," Zombieman mused.

"Didn't recognize that guy," Kamikaze said with dismissal.

"Same," King agreed.

"No clue," Child Emperor said.

"What was the number? I can trace it," Metal Knight said.

"I can assist with that!" Genos said and now the number was given to them.

"Ah. Inichi is looking into it now," Fubuki said.

"I'm speaking over the headset to be heard by all safely. Mr. Saitama, you and Genos went after a scientist that tried and massively failed to study your genetics. He went by the name of Genus. He still has a creation with him in the form of a gorilla/human hybrid. That was the one that tried to call you. The hybrid human. They were hoping to meet with you at some point," Inichi said.

"Oh. Armored Gorilla, if I recall correctly. I am curious as to why they wish to contact Master Saitama," Genos frowned.

"They wish to inquire on certain recipes from Neutral Grounds. They run a takoyaki shop. Apparently, our restaurant is taking them slowly out of business," Inichi sighed. "They hope to try and form some sort of truce. They have both learned that Mr. Saitama owns the restaurant. It is, in fact, Lady Mitsumi that owns the restaurant, but they are more familiar with him. They further got the information from the Hero Association handbook to ensure their findings. As to how they got your number…hmm…"

"Doesn't matter how they got my number. They got it. Well, they can wait until this red crap passes," Saitama grunted. When his phone rang again from the same number, he glanced at Mitsumi. She rolled her eyes with him and answered it on speaker.

"Hello?" she asked.

"Why did you hang up on me?!" the voice asked.

"We know who you are now, Armored Gorilla," Mitsumi giggled to get dead silence in return. "My monster brother, Inichi, excels at finding those that don't want to be found. He also learned why you called. If you wanted to share recipes to help improve your restaurant, then it's fine. There's no need to be secretive about it. Okay? We help those that are honest and open. Yes, there are good monsters out there now. I wake them up and show them there's no need to attack."

"Like my wife said," Saitama said. "However, our restaurant, Neutral Grounds, is closed tomorrow. Also, I won't be there the day after, too. I have a…condition. I'll leave it at that. We'll be there again in three days at the most. So, if you can wait three days, we'll meet up and talk. Like adults."

"I…I see…well…" Armored Gorilla said nervously. "We just…we need help, too. It's pretty bad. It's not that we wouldn't mind waiting. It's just…our circumstances now. And I mean 'we' as in myself and Dr. Genus. As I'm sure you may now know. Or even remember."

"Oh?" Mitsumi frowned. "I don't know you like Saitama does. Even Genos. You met them. Not me. Well, we're here now. Talk to us."

"Dr. Genus is trying hard to find new, creative dishes for our restaurant to draw in customers, but it's getting harder to do," Armored Gorilla admitted. "And with a lack of customers, it's even harder to see if our recipes work. We don't lack for funds. It's just…our dishes are growing stagnant."

"You know, Orotsu is looking for a sous chef. If Armored Gorilla can retain knowledge, perhaps he can work part time with Orotsu and learn things," Genos suggested in the voice chat. "It would work for both our favors."

"Ah! That could work!" Mitsumi beamed.

"What?" Armored Gorilla asked.

"How would you feel about learning from the famous chef, Joben? He is our primary chef at Neutral Grounds, and he was transformed into an octopus monster," Mitsumi said. "He feels better as a monster and cooks faster, too."

"Joben?! I…I feel like I would be honored!" Armored Gorilla said.

"We do need a sous chef to work with him. But, you do have your business, too. If you think you can learn from him part time, then that may help you. At the same time, you would be helping us," Saitama said with agreement. "We can arrange for you both to meet in two days."

"I could come by now…?" Armored Gorilla asked with a form of eagerness.

"Hmm. If you do…well…okay. Just don't ask for me. Don't ask for my wife. We are both VERY busy right now. For the next two to three days. Okay? To a point that I will not hesitate to slap the one that tries to intervene. We'll inform the guard that you are expected. We've had way too many people just coming in and trying to trash our home," Saitama warned.

"We just closed up for the day. Can I bring Dr. Genus with me?" he asked.

"As long as he doesn't act stupid. My home is filled with mainly S class heroes and very strong monsters that like to protect us. Come by City Z where the abandoned part starts. That's where we are. Remember. Don't ask for me or my wife. Okay?" Saitama warned again.

"Ah! Um…okay!" Armored Gorilla said and hung up. Inichi was already alerting Sonic, Tsuruga and Grigos of the two guests. Wind Crane was also highly curious, but she was settled in her nest. She'd be able to peer out easily from the safety of the shelter, though.

"You sure about this, Saitama?" King asked over the voice chat.

"Well…we need a sous chef. Pretty badly," Saitama said and checked his resource workers in the game.

"True," Genos said with agreement.

"I mean, what else can we do?" Mitsumi frowned and got kissed gently.

"It's why I said fine. Come over. But don't be stupid," Saitama nodded.

"I'll hope he's as smart as he should be. Actually, I take that back. Inichi said he tried and failed to study you. Yeah. He's dumb," Mitsumi sighed a bit with pity to get Saitama grinning at her.

"I forget what all he tried to do," Saitama shrugged.

"He sent the mosquito girl out to hurt the populace. I couldn't kill her, but you did. That was the day you agreed to let me become your disciple," Genos said. "He also sent other monster creations after you. A lion man, a mole, a lizard…"

"Ah…crap. That guy?!" Saitama grimaced. "You blew up his building, too, huh? Damn it! I didn't make the connection…"

"He also wanted us to see him on the day your shopping event nearly expired. You punched out his strongest genetic creation. As well as the most unstable one," Genos went on. Saitama's fiery eye twitched.

"I have yet to see any good shopping deals, love," Mitsumi chuckled and kissed him to calm him down. "I'm sure you were concerned over that? Not the monster guy, eh?"

"True. Oh. Maybe we can look when this red crap is over?" Saitama asked.

"We can! Orotsu has been sending others out for shopping, too," she agreed and snuggled into him. "As a chef, he also knows where to find the best deals in any city. We're good."

"It's nice to go out and just…browse. You know?" he chuckled.

"Yeah. Like the night markets!" she beamed. She gasped when he shifted and grunted lightly to keep from being heard. A long, loving kiss was pressed to her mouth before he redirected his attention to the game again. He let her feed him more deer and lobster to pass the time until Zenchu announced he was coming in with drinks and more food. The moment he left, she started to feed Saitama some delicately sautéed broccoli and Peking duck.

"As much as this red crap is a pain in the ass, it's nice to be treated like this," Saitama grinned and kissed Mitsumi gently.

"Can you see it on yourself? That red aura?" she asked. He looked at his arm and shrugged. He even tried to see himself in the screen reflection.

"Nope. But I know everyone else can see it. So, until I'm told it's gone, we are staying here," Saitama said and drank down some soda. He suddenly covered her with his own body when he glared out the window to the outside. He even gave out a protective growl that was clearly something instinctive from the power he was giving out.

"What is it?" she frowned.

"I hear…hmm. Yeah. The two we agreed to meet with," he muttered.

"I can't hear them," she shrugged and ran a hand over his back to calm him down gently. He shuddered for control, but he grumbled all the same.

"It's fine. If they ask for me, they're slapped," he said and pressed a warm kiss to her mouth. Then he muted the microphone to lose himself in her warm curves. I had better get a child from this! I don't want to go through this again next month! What a pain…

"Hi," Grigos said from where he was lounging at the main entry point.

"Um…hello…" a pale man with blue eyes and black hair parted to the right blinked at the monster. He adjusted his square lens glasses and cleared his throat. "I'm…Dr. Genus…"

"Yeah. You're expected," Grigos nodded. Then he looked at the one called Armored Gorilla. He was wearing a blue hooded sweater, cargo pants and large boots. He also looked exactly like a giant gorilla. "You are, too. Behave yourselves. You're always watched."

"That they are!" Siren giggled from where she watched them from the top of the wall. She winked a glowing green eye at them before flying off to scout.

"Hmm…" Tsuruga blinked his glowing red eyes and snorted. He had his arms crossed over his chest and watched them pass him nervously.

"So…you don't attack?" Genus asked.

"Nope," Zenchu said when he shadow phased behind them to spook them. "Lady Mitsumi, also known as Fan Dancer, woke us up from that. It's a waste of time. We only wish to serve her with gratitude, help others that need it and protect the home. She never asks us to. We choose to. She's been through a ton of shit, too. So…we are all…very…overprotective. Get it?"

"I would hope that they do," Inichi said on watching them calmly. His red eyes with black cat pupils studied them intensely. "I am Inichi. A rather powerful monster that is highly telepathic, empathic and telekinetic. I, too, was a human at one point in my life like many others here. Be respectful of us to have the same treatment done in kind to you."

"And how are you exactly-?!" Genus started before finding himself lifted into the air in a blue bubble.

"We are all on edge right now," Inichi warned and gently dropped him. "Be on your very best behavior, please. No one wants to upset Mr. Saitama at this time. His inner power…it's unstable. He is only kept calm with Lady Mitsumi at his side. At least for another two days."

"Don't question it," Zenchu warned. "Not now."

"Oh…" Genus said. He straightened out his light blue shirt and ensured his dark brown pants were still in good shape before following Zenchu up to the apartment complex. Then both he and Armored Gorilla gaped at Wind Crane when she strode over to study them both with a large, brilliant blue eye. She seemed to glare at Genus and cluck softly.

"They are expected. You know this," Zenchu said. She looked at him and pecked at his tail to get him to yelp. "Hey! Not funny!"

She clacked her beak at him and looked at Genus again to get him to answer her mental questions. "Ah…no…I don't plan to do any more genetic experiments. I wasn't planning to bother Saitama! He showed me that…what I was doing made no sense. He was able to excel himself past any point of reason that I could ever think of. I don't have access to that equipment! That robot man at his side destroyed my building with all of that!"

She looked at Zenchu and clucked softly. Now he found himself looking at Genus. "Oh! I know you! I'm also over a hundred years old. I made a crappy potion from some weird book before burning it after becoming a monster. You reversed your aging genetically? Interesting."

"What book?" Genus had to ask.

"I dunno. Had a bunch of weird ass chemicals in it. I mixed a bunch of them together, drank it down and blacked out. Woke up like this and destroyed the book. No other memory of it," Zenchu shrugged. "But I do remember you as the genius kid that people said was going to butcher humanity."

"I wasn't going to butcher humanity!" Genus said in his own defense.

"You made an ape man. You butchered humanity," Zenchu said.

"I volunteered for it," Armored Gorilla snorted.

"And we see where that got you," Zenchu said. The altered human grumbled, but Inichi was quick to interject.

"Enough. Come. If we keep arguing, I do fear that Mr. Saitama may start to gain interest in us. We can't have that right now. Zenchu, please keep quiet from this point forward," Inichi warned.

"Oh. Right," Zenchu frowned and walked towards the apartment.

"Is he that much stronger?" Genus frowned.

"I can show you a vision of what he did to nearly all of the buildings south of us with Lady Mitsumi. If you like?" Inichi asked. Genus blinked at this, but found himself nodding. All of the color drained from his already pale face at the vision of the punch done. Including how Saitama looked. He was also a bit surprised at the fans. When the shock was done, Inichi said, "He can make that blast on his own right now. Without the support of Lady Mitsumi's fans. Don't make him upset. Understood? And that was mere excess power he had to remove before it took over all of his senses like it is now."

"Excess…?!" Genus asked with complete shock.

"Yes. You heard me correctly," Inichi said and looked over to see Fubuki waving at him from the main apartment fourth floor doorway. He floated over and clasped hands with her before gesturing to the two guests to come inside.

"Okay…" Armored Gorilla said with a touch of nervousness. Genus looked at him and found himself following the others inside.

"Welcome!" Orotsu said from the kitchen. "I hear you wish to improve the quality of your restaurant dishes?"

"You are Joben?!" Armored Gorilla asked.

"Call me Orotsu, please," he said and expertly flipped several pan contents around with four tentacles and a wok from behind him. "As you can see, being a monster is beneficial to me. I understand you specialize in takoyaki. I want you to make your signature dishes. Saitama and Lady Mitsumi can taste them from where they recline in the bedroom. Zenchu will deliver the dishes. Inichi will get mental information on how each dish is to them and how we can improve them."

"So…they are both in the bedroom?" Genus asked with confusion.

"Don't ask," Kamikaze said in warning from where he sat with Tacki. "We can also taste test your stuff. Grilled eel is always my favorite dish, though."

"I see," Genus nodded.

"Master Saitama's energy is very unstable right now. It is best to heed our warning," Genos nodded. Genus now realized who he was and grimaced. Kamiko chuckled and pressed into Genos's side to get a fond squeeze in return. Fubuki moved to sit down and let Inichi hover near her to monitor the room.

"Come. Show me what you can do," Orotsu said and revealed the takoyaki equipment with all the basic needs to get it made. Genus now moved to it to start making one of his main dishes. When an ingredient was asked for, Orotsu pointed out where it was. A dish of finished takoyaki octopus balls that were topped with chopped scallions and lightly coated with teriyaki sauce drizzled over them was set down. Zenchu took up the dish to take to the bedroom with a set of chopsticks.

"Oh! Thank you," Mitsumi smiled and let Zenchu set down the dish. Saitama now sat up with her and let her feed him one of the delicate takoyaki balls. He paused at the flavors and had her eat a bite.

"It's actually…a bit bland…" she frowned. "Not enough seasoning."

"That's what I'm getting, too," Saitama frowned. When Zenchu came in to deliver another dish, Armored Gorilla was able to lightly peer into the bedroom. His jaw dropped with absolute terror on meeting Saitama's fiery eyed glare and challenging dark red aura. Zenchu was quick to shut the door and now he sat in front of it in a chair to keep things calm. Fumio rolled his eyes and continued to play with the others.

"Idiot…" Kamikaze grunted out and tried the dish. "Hmm. No real flavor."

"That is what Mr. Saitama also stated," Inichi nodded.

"No flavor?!" Genus frowned with shock.

"Yeah. It's like…there's some flavor, but it's all drowned out," Tacki said when she tried it. Even Kamiko and Fubuki were in full agreement. "It's good! Just…needs more flavoring. Stronger, that is."

"Try this. I added a couple known spices," Orotsu said and handed over a plate of freshly made takoyaki octopus, squid and eel in various fillings. Genus was quick to try and paused at the fantastic flavors that hit him. "You had them, but not enough. You have to double the amount for it to really come out at you."

"Oh!" Armored Gorilla said on trying his dish. This was now served around, and Saitama gave intense approving thoughts.

"I can help you revitalize your current dishes. Then, if you so choose, we can discuss how you can help us at Neutral Grounds. We can do a bit of a sister franchising this way. What do you think? This way people will become aware of your restaurant. We can also have heroes show up at your establishment to help draw in more crowds," Orotsu suggested. "It's in a different city and they travel."

"That…would be ideal…!" Genus blinked at the idea.

"I can easily help set up a website link from ours to yours and vice versa," Genos nodded. "There are some nights that we are open later for events. You both can come by and help cook easily as a form of advertising."

"I'm unsure if I can come by to help your business in return, but it would have to be on an off day for a short time," Orotsu said. "Even then, I do need a full day off to simply relax and try new cuisines. Such as roasted deer. Try this."

"Hmm?" Genus looked over and tried the piece of cooked venison. His eyes widened under his square lenses.

"When can we start this?" Armored Gorilla asked.

"Let's wait until Saitama's body returns to normal. Then we can fully sit down and discuss things. For now, let's work on revitalizing what you already have," Orotsu suggested. This was agreed to now, and Saitama was enjoying the different sample dishes being delivered.

"Some of this does have potential," Mitsumi chuckled.

"It does," Saitama agreed. "And I glared at that monkey guy when he looked in on us. He'd better not do it again!"

"I doubt he will, love," Mitsumi smiled and shifted herself on him to purposely make him lose that train of thought. Now that he muted the microphone to pay attention to her, she could only sigh. At least I can keep him in line! The last thing anyone wants is for him to lose control. I'll do all I can to keep that from happening.