"So good!" Mitsumi beamed at the steamed rice, Peking duck and teriyaki glazed vegetables fed to her. Saitama was sharing her dish and keeping her in his lap in the giant double robe setup.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot I caught this," Saitama said and revealed the small, sharply pointed arrow from where he tucked it in his other robe pocket. "It doesn't look like it can kill someone, but it was in the training room. Likely meant to sting and help dodge reflexes."

"Let me see that," Kamikaze said and walked over. He studied it intensely and found himself amazed. "This is craftsmanship! Solid iron. Perfectly straight with no blemishes. Not even a change of coloring from the type of metal, either. The arrow tip looks like it's made of bronze to help balance out the tail length. The tip has four points, too. No jagged edges on it for clean lines. No feathers or anything else, but it's clearly a training bolt."

"Yeah. I caught it before it hit me. I think there was one that fired off at us when the door opened," Saitama recalled. "Stable Rock smacked it away with a rock he summoned up."

"Like the doors from where we found that sword?" Tacki said to skirt around the Moon Blade name. She was given the four inch dart now, and she set it aside to study it later to compare it with other darts she knew of.

"Oh! I remember that," Suiryu nodded. "Was there a pressure tile?"

"Nope. Door opened. Arrow got triggered that way," Saitama shrugged. He looked at Mitsumi and kissed her forehead. "You feeling okay?"

"I think so," she smiled and leaned into him. "A bit tired, but I'm okay."

"So, ah…Caped Baldy…" Puri-Puri Prisoner started from where he was sitting along a wall.

"What?" Saitama asked and kept a hand on Mitsumi's belly under the large robe. She was feeding him pieces of food to keep him from needing to move his hand now. Neither of them were dressed, but her fans were also assisting with some light shielding over them. Overgrown Rover was settled in the robe with them to keep his hand in place. It was peeking out between them happily and panting with contentment.

"I wanted to know…um…back at the hot springs…how did you get such a large…ah…well…" the large man seemed to blush and fumble over his words.

"You're talking about his dick?" Zenchu said and grinned widely at Inichi's scalding glare. Garou cleared his throat and sat back with Lily calmly. Any others that saw what Saitama was like naked were quick to avert their eyes.

"Crap. You saw it. I'm sure others did, too. I should have worn the swim trunks! Damn it! Anyways, it was from my days that I needed to be with Mitsumi. My power did that. And I only use it for Mitsumi. She doesn't get hurt by it. I know some guys would boast, but I'm not. As to how I got it, I'll tell you this.

"You don't want to go through what I did. Granted, it made me what I have now, but it really isn't worth it. I also didn't expect it. As to what I went through, it was constant pain and hell for three days straight. Want to feel what I went through? Run through a track of lava up to your neck and muscle through it," Saitama said with a mild glare at him. "I'm surprised I don't hurt her with it. But it's only for her. Period."

"And now I go through that pain from our son," Mitsumi sighed and got kissed to calm her down. "I knew you had it rough. But me? It made me sick. I threw up everything and lost my senses until you rushed back to me."

"Yeah. It sucks. And I can still get that sensation of pain to come back if something goes nuts in me, too. And that fiery feeling never ends. I was sweating so bad…!" he muttered and let her press into him. He sighed at the feel of her gentle touch running up his chest, and he pulled her fully into his lap to hold her.

"I heard some of that when you didn't mute," Zombieman nodded from where he sat with Himiko. Then he looked at her and said, "So…wanna sign our names together…?"

"No," Himiko beamed to get him looking at her with amusement.

"It's not a true form of a wedding document. It just shows you signed as a couple. You can get your own wedding document later on," Genos said and shared a plate of slow cooked barbecue pork with Kamiko. "It is a gesture of good faith as both a witness and a standing couple of promise."

"Ah…" Himiko blinked at the reasoning.

"Sweet Mask?" Tajima asked with a small smile.

"I…well…" Sweet Mask sighed heavily.

"Act of trust?" Tajima asked softly. That got him sighing again, but he laughed a bit, too. Inichi rose a brow and glanced at his old friend.

"Just do it, Sweet Mask," Inichi finally said. "You'll be berating yourself later if you don't. I know you."

"Not just that. You'll demand a script from me," Sweet Mask muttered out.

"Only if you crush Miss Tajima's heart," Inichi countered.

"Very well…" Sweet Mask gestured to Tajima.

"Is this something you want to do?" she asked now. "I won't have you forced into this. Are you sure?"

"I told you how I felt about you. The more I think of this…yes. I want to," Sweet Mask nodded now. She smiled and rose up to sign where it was by Rendor's watchful form with Sweet Mask at her side.

"Himiko…" Zombieman said now. Mitsumi started giggling a bit at it.

"What would I get in return?" Himiko asked.

"Peace and quiet about it from me," Zombieman said to get the others snickering at the whole thing.

"I never get peace and quiet from you," she retorted to get Mitsumi dying with laughter against Saitama.

"Himiko, do it before I have my dog run over to sniff at you," Saitama said with a small grin. Overgrown Rover huffed and looked over at Zombieman. Then it looked at Himiko and gave a playful whine.

"What's so bad about a dog-?" Himiko started before King hissed at her.

"Don't! Just don't!" King advised.

"Yeah. That mutt can stink pretty bad," Zenchu grimaced.

"Gas bombs of sheer death," Bane nodded and ate some beef slices.

"Ah…oh…" Himiko paled.

"Hmm?" Watchdog asked from where he was sitting on the floor. Overgrown Rover huffed and jumped down in its tiny form to trot over and sniff at Watchdog. They both tilted their heads at each other. Then Watchdog had to get up and quickly bolt out of the room for fresher air. His neutral face didn't even change when he jumped up to get away from the horrific smell.

"What happened?!" Stitch asked. Now Overgrown Rover rolled out its tongue to pant before getting up to sniff around Stitch. Right after it trotted back over to Saitama, Stitch found himself gagging and holding his nose. "What in the hell is that?!"

"It farted around you," Saitama nodded and supported Mitsumi's laughing form. "Now, imagine an idiot surrounded with fans and kept in one place. Then having to smell that multiple times in one sitting."

"Ah…" Stitch gaped with shocked disgust.

"We did that with a Secret Skins. Oh! We can do that to the one that may show up later! It would set an example," Mitsumi grinned. Saitama grinned back at her and squeezed her lovingly.

"Baby!" he said to get her blushing. He ran a hand over her belly and kept her in his lap. "Hmm. We should think of a good name…"

"In time," she smiled and pressed into him. Overgrown Rover huffed and jumped up to join them in the robe again. Then it pawed at Saitama to whine.

"Doggy, no. I can't understand you," Saitama said to get it growling and huffing into another intense argument. "What is it?!"

It whined and grunted while panting before licking at his face. Mitsumi was just dying with laughter as the others in the room found themselves laughing at it now. He pushed the monster dog back a bit and wiped off the drool. Tacki was laughing at the whole thing while stitching together a new dress for Mitsumi in the form of a wedding gown. It was when Anno and Takeda walked in to bow to them all that they quieted down.

"Where are we needed right now?" Anno asked.

"You can report to Orotsu. Oh! Ah, you should sign the witness part of the wedding document," Mitsumi smiled.

"What's this?" Takeda asked.

"Rendor can tell you," Saitama nodded. "And, eh, Himiko, go sign it. With Zombieman. You'll feel better about it."

"But I just…" Himiko paused when Overgrown Rover looked at her and tilted its head at her. Zombieman now got up and gestured for her to follow. She sighed with defeat and walked with him to sign it.

"Saitama," Mitsumi said softly to get him to look at her with a nod. "You're sure about this? No major wedding? Just…sign a document on a live stream in wedding clothes of some kind?"

"I'm very sure," he said and rubbed his hand over her belly. "I'll tell you why. Okay?"

"Okay," she smiled and leaned into him.

"I can't keep myself from touching you now. It hurts you when I can't. I also don't want anything to happen to you. At all. If I'm not there…I get stressed. As much as people want to be there to witness it, too many things can happen. It's a risk. So, if we do this here in a safe place with a lot of friends and family right here to help protect you with me…"

"I see," she smiled again.

"People can see it as a sudden, major event. The Hero Association has ways to let this be seen on certain news feeds. I'm fine with that. And everyone can witness it. As for my parents…well…" Saitama frowned.

"Did you want them here?" the first board member asked.

"Eh…" Saitama grimaced. Mitsumi found herself giggling at him. "I…guess we can contact them…"

"They should be here for you," Mitsumi nodded and let him squeeze her. "They also need to know of our developing son."

"Yeah. That's true. I'll call them after we finish lunch," he said and kissed her temple. She snuggled into him to keep his arms around her.

"Oh, we can also cover them for payment, too," Mitsumi said to the board members. "I wouldn't want that to go against you."

"No need. We can utilize the excess funds from Neutral Grounds for that," the fourth board member said. "Go ahead and invite them over. We'll have a room ready for them to receive them."

"I can contact them for you. They know who I am. Let me revert to my monster self. I need to bring some items here, too," Inichi said and stood up to let a blue haze cover over him. After he reappeared from it in his hovering body, he gave his clothes to Fubuki to hold on to. "Hmm. Ah. They do want to appear. They say…ten minutes. I shall collect them after. As for your performance costume, Mr. Saitama, I am collecting that now…"

"You know where it is?" Saitama asked.

"I do. Tacki ensures that things are placed for me to memorize where they are. Metal Knight also ensures with camera placement. Tacki, was there anything more you needed me to bring?" Inichi asked while mildly focusing.

"Yes, actually," Tacki nodded. "Fabrics of mainly white silk, satin and other colors that are suitable for wedding needs. I'm making a bit of a dress now, but I can turn it into something else if you can get me the right stuff. We also need some really elegant tableware. Like some nice glassware if this place doesn't have it. Same with dishes and silverware, too."

"Hmm. Orotsu is asking about that now. Anno is working with him on a luxurious dinner and dessert menu…" Inichi said from what he got mentally.

"Oh. Zenchu. You owe me a dinner. I suppose, as we are here, I can wait until we get back home for you to cook for me," Garou grinned at his brother.

"Fuck. Well…okay. When we get back home," Zenchu sighed.

"When the document signing is two hours off, I shall contact some local news stations," the second board member said. "This will ensure public coverage."

"Eh…" Saitama grimaced and rested his head against Mitsumi's shoulder.

"Inichi, if any of those reporters plan to mock us, you need to let me know. I will humiliate them in front of their own cameras. I know how. I will also ask if they were part of the Takashi murder cover up," Mitsumi said sternly.

"No. You let me deal with that," Saitama said bluntly. "If you get sad, I get ultra pissed off. And I can't let you get stressed out while having our son. You point out the bad man. I will slap the bad man. Then our doggy will fart on the bad man to have you laugh your head off and stay happy. Okay?"

"That works!" she grinned and let him kiss her passionately.

"Hmm…" Blue Ripple thought and turned his head to where the main entrance to the resort was. "I don't like this…"

"What?" Fumio asked and saw Black Sperm shoot off more clones.

"Someone found their way here…" Blue Ripple growled. "Kamikaze! Shield Tacki! It's the one that disrespected her!"

"What?!" Kamikaze grimaced and pulled Tacki securely into his lap.

"I'll get sick if he comes in here," Tacki said and turned to press herself securely into Kamikaze's arms. Several fans now flitted over to separate out to shield her from view. She nodded at this, but she still felt tense.

"How did that one get here?" Blue Ripple now looked at the board members.

"Well…which one?" the second board member asked before watching Pete walk into the main room as though he was expected. The doors to the dining room were quickly closed off to show there was a private event in place.

"He wasn't invited…" Sweet Mask said with a soft mutter. "He likely saw a bulletin and decided to come over. Regardless of the fact that it is invitation only."

"I know how to make him leave," Puri-Puri Prisoner mused. "He looks familiar, too…"

"He's the one that sang karaoke with you," Mitsumi said. Her fans were swift to swirl around various places to shield others from sight in case Pete had made it into the dining room to join them. For now, though, he was being detained by the serving staff from Inichi's report to Imai. When Wind Crane also gave a mental confirmation, it further enforced the need to have him wait for admittance.

"Do I want to know what you have in mind?" Tanktop Master asked.

"He can get by if he gives me a kiss!" Puri-Puri Prisoner winked.

"Huh. He did that to Lady Mitsumi when we first met him. He wouldn't let us past him until she did that. Saitama just squeezed his hand to make him run off after beating him at a hammer and bell game," Zenchu said with a small shrug.

"Well, now he has to do so with me! I'll be right baaaack!" Puri-Puri Prisoner giggled and walked out in his plush, pink robe. Stitch grimaced at the sight of the S class hero shaking his rump in the robe while he walked. The robe ended just past his knees, but it was still something that Stitch didn't want to see.

"Did you make him that robe?" Kamikaze asked Tacki.

"I did. He requested it from the usual white," she shrugged. "I am curious if that dummy will give in and kiss up just to get in here, though."

"I bet he won't do it. I'll even throw in some cash," Garou grinned.

"Oh? How much?" Zenchu asked.

"How much do you have?" Garou countered.

"Gambling now?" Lily asked him with a roll of her eyes.

"What? It's totally worth it," Garou said and squeezed her. "Who else is part of this?"

"I'm in," Saitama grinned. "A thousand yen he doesn't do it."

"I'm going to put in fifty thousand yen if he does do it. As well as a gold bar," Mitsumi grinned wickedly. Himiko gasped and found herself laughing.

"What?!" Saitama gaped at her while the others coughed out disbelief.

"Why not? Girls verses boys. What else do you have to put to the table?" Mitsumi asked and gave a slightly smug grin. "A thousand yen isn't much…"

"Three gold bars and the largest diamond Stable Rock can give over," Saitama said now. Stable Rock snorted and snickered loudly that it could be done. King looked over with his jaw dropped. Kamikaze blinked and looked at Tacki with complete confusion.

"So, girls will bet that he kisses another guy. The guys will bet that he backs off," Tacki mused. "But, I will also say that the guys have to completely cater to us with whatever we want for the rest of the night if we win."

"We do that anyways!" Kamikaze frowned.

"You can't complain if we want something silly," Tacki grinned. "Keeping you on your toes yet, honey?"

"Quiet…" he grunted and tickled her gently.

"Of course, the servitude only goes to couples," Tanktop Girl chimed in. "With the winnings, though, we can vote on what to do with it."

"I do have a suggestion if we win and not the girls. The girls must watch a scary film with us," Genos said. Kamiko gasped and grimaced at the idea. Garou looked at Lily with pure amusement. Even Shenjou found Fire Flight laughing at the idea. Zenchu and Wind Crane snickered at the whole thing.

"A scary movie?" Saitama blinked.

"Yes. Females are known to be lightly squeamish around such things. It will ensure we will get more attention by comforting them during intense scenes," Genos said. Kianna looked at King with a bit of surprise at this.

"Hmm. Maybe not a scary movie. But a game?" King grinned now.

"Huh. A scary game playthrough instead of an actual film. That's…that works for me," Kamikaze mused. Bane was highly amused at the idea.

"Okay. Money is on the table now. So is servitude or a video game night. What do you think, Sweet Mask?" Inichi asked from where he hovered over Fubuki. Tatsumaki was already snuggling into Rendor with a bit of excitement at the whole thing.

"Personally, I wouldn't have time for games," Sweet Mask said.

"We would be watching it, though. It does give me some ideas for a neat script! A man involved with online games and finds true love in it…" Tajima mused. Sweet Mask blinked at this idea and looked at her with surprise. "I know it can happen, but this could give me some ideas on how to make it really work."

"I see! Ah…huh. Okay. Let's plan for this. Maybe we can still do this even if it doesn't go through," Sweet Mask chuckled. She leaned into him now with complete appreciation.

"So, she's your official girlfriend?" Kamikaze asked.

"You could say so," Sweet Mask nodded. "We have, ah…decided to expand our thoughts about each other."

"He's in love with her," Inichi said with a soft laugh.

"Did you have to say so?!" Sweet Mask glared at him now.

"Nothing wrong with it," Saitama said. "I'm glad you found someone that will keep you farther away from my wife."

"Saitama!" Mitsumi growled at him. Overgrown Rover gave a whining growl before leaning up to lick at his face again.

"Doggy! No!" Saitama said before shoving it away gently again.

"I do have something a bit more to add," Kamiko said with a small snicker. "If they do kiss…will they use tongue?"

"Ugh!" Tanktop Master gaped.

"I don't want that visual!" Kamikaze scowled.

"Seriously?" Tsuruga snorted and poked Tanktop Girl's laughing form.

"Ooh! If they use tongue, we will add back rubs to our catering!" Mitsumi grinned wickedly. Saitama gave her a look of absolute disbelief.

"Now you're just adding stuff to disgusting stuff," Saitama said and tickled her. "Also, you and I need to think of this. We are signing a wedding document later. This is a bit of our wedding night…"

"What do you think the fans are for? And we could be in our rooms to watch things virtually, too. Remember how we were back at home? I don't think anyone else needs to see how we are catered to. Right?" she asked and pressed a loving kiss to his mouth. Bright Bolt snickered and turned his head towards the closed off entrance. The television in the room was now turned on by Metal Knight to reveal a camera view of what was going on. He was also ensuring that a television was safely installed in each main bedroom for the live stream event.

"Well, hello there," Puri-Puri Prisoner said and put his hands on his hips. "Fancy to see you here. Did you get an email invitation?"

"Ah…this was a privately invited event?!" Pete blinked. "I didn't see that in the bulletin I saw…well…maybe it was fine print…?"

"Of course! Then again…I could say you're my boyfriend and you could be let in as my date," the S class hero grinned.

"What?! I can't do that! I only go after the ladies," Pete said.

"How many successful dates have you been on?"

"Ah…well…maybe three…"

"How did they all end up?"

"Not good…"

"You really should try a date with a man. I know what every man wants," Puri-Puri Prisoner chuckled with a small lick of his lips. "As well as what every man needs. We can chat in my room…"

"No. I can't do that," Pete said and caught the small glances from the serving staff. Puri-Puri Prisoner noticed that too and laughed softly.

"Let them talk! Come on. I'll make it worth your while," he said.

"This is my last day as a hero! I mean…I mainly came here to see if there was something I could do to try and extend it," Pete sighed miserably. "I wasn't sure who all was here. I took a chance to come by."

"Oh. I see. Hmm. If I help you…would you be my date for the night?" Puri-Puri Prisoner asked. Pete blinked at this and grimaced.

"I don't know. How far would we…eh…?" Pete had to ask.

"An innocent little kiss is all I would require for now. You do this for me. I'll talk to the big men in the other room to extend your hero deeds for a few more days. I'll even help you get a good foothold at what to do to be a better hero. Come on. What do you say?" Puri-Puri Prisoner batted his eyes.

"Where would I sleep?" Pete asked now.

"Why, with me! You'd be my date. Separate rooms just won't do," the large man clucked his tongue. "And these rooms only have one bed."

"Ugh! This just feels so…wrong!" Pete cringed.

"But it can be so right! Don't mock it until you've tried it, as they say! And who knows? You might just like it. It could be just like a one night stand that you may experience with another. Just with me. One kiss. Be my date for the evening. I'll see about extending your hero status for a few days more and teach you how to be an effective hero. The odds are clearly in your favor," Puri-Puri Prisoner said again and crossed his arms over his massive chest.

"We don't…have to do anything more…after tonight?" Pete asked hesitantly. "I mean…eh…"

"Only if you want to. If you don't, then I won't be hurt. I know that I usually share my love with many, but you're a…special case. Anyways, you need to make your choice soon before you are ordered to leave. What'll it be?" he asked and stared at the low class hero intently.

"I really want to be a better hero. I want to keep being a hero. I never…knew how to be a hero…"

"And I can teach you how!" Puri-Puri Prisoner said. "Stop fighting the hard fight! Just agree to this one task. The pros outweigh the cons. Don't tell me that you were like this with the women, too?"

"It was actually the opposite," Pete muttered. "Now that I'm on the receiving end…I see what's going on…"

"Oh?" the large man asked.

"I need to fix things…but I don't know how…" Pete winced.

"I can show you how. But you know I need something in return. I don't even need money! I told you my conditions," Puri-Puri Prisoner said lightly. "Granted, I may have to go back to the prison after this night, but I may be able to give you my personal Hero Association phone number to guide you and advise you whenever you need it. As long as I'm not dead asleep, of course. I am offering you the chance of a lifetime. One night with me as my date. A kiss for now to start things in motion. What have you got to lose?"

"My reputation with the ladies is what I'll be losing!"

"With what ladies are you talking of? You're single right now. So you know, many men fancy both sides of the playing field. They even have clubs for that! The same can be said for you. But that's only if you explore that area."

"Ah…really?" Pete blinked.

"Yes. It's been known to happen. There's nothing wrong with it. Some women are the same. I'm not, though. I like the men. But that's me. I will give you one more chance to accept my offer. I can't be kept waiting all day," Puri-Puri Prisoner said with a small chuckle.

"Ugh…one night of embarrassment for a chance to improve myself…" Pete grimaced again and sighed hard.

"Once again I ask you…what have you got to lose?" Puri-Puri Prisoner smiled lightly. Pete shuddered a bit, but he also knew he couldn't lose this chance.

"Okay. Just…hurry up…" Pete sighed with defeat and closed his eyes. When the television showed how Puri-Puri Prisoner was bending down a bit, the others in the dining room watched with shock that Pete was actually going through with it. Sweet Mask now looked at the board members with pure amusement.

"Very well. We'll allow Punch Out Pete to have three more days to prove himself as a C class hero," the first board member nodded.

"And we get catered to! Pay up, love," Mitsumi snickered at Saitama's stunned look of neutral shock. "You owe me gold bars and a diamond if I'm not mistaken. And I know we'll likely be watching a video game, but that's to satisfy Tajima's need. So it's a form of catering to her from Sweet Mask from her request for it to be done."

"Oh! That's a great idea!" Tajima beamed.

"So we all win. Hmm. Okay," Kamikaze grinned and let Tacki snuggle into him with a form of delight.

"I feel a bit unfulfilled. But I'll live," Garou sighed. Then he grinned at Lily's side-long glare of amusement.

"Exactly. Everyone can win this way," Mitsumi said. "But I still expect a form of payment from the original bet."

"I have a new bet," Saitama said to her. Then he motioned to the fans to get the other guys coughing and snickering with amusement.

"What's that?" she asked and found herself blushing hard at his gaze.

"You won't be able to keep quiet with what I'm going to do to you now…" he growled in her ear. "Consider it a start at catering to you."

"But your parents will be here soon…" she murmured and barely saw her fans make a sound-proof dome around them. Overgrown Rover jumped down to keep anyone back that may try to get too close. Saitama chuckled and pressed a heavy kiss to her mouth to show he didn't care.

"They can wait until I'm done catering to you. Wife," he muttered and pulled her onto him fully to end the conversation with his intense need for her.