"Did you get it installed, King?" Fumio asked when the strategic battle game started up in the main room from the virtual download. Fumio was on a headset for the voice chat, and King was in his room with Kianna to recline back on a couch with his own headset. Saitama was sitting up a bit with Mitsumi in his lap with a headset on, and pillows were set behind them to cushion them. She had to remain locked to him, and they were positioned for him to play a touch at an angle for comfort. The mute button was tested to ensure that, if he needed her, no sounds would come through.
"I'm here! We are all in the game, but I'm gonna be the leader in this group to ensure a few things. Everyone is allowed in my group. Everyone can use my password to ensure instant sign in. I have a good specialty map, too, so…there we go. Okay! Let's set up our cooperative groups," King said. "This map has lots of resources and random monsters always spawn around, so we'll be fine."
"I'm handling resource gathering. As agreed," Saitama said and let Mitsumi feed him a piece of lobster. "Oh, Fumio, can we get more lobster in here?"
"Only if Zenchu can serve it," Fumio said.
"That's okay," Saitama nodded.
"He's knocking on the door now," Fumio said.
"No! Just have him shout his name. Don't knock on the door," Saitama said quickly. "And I know he's coming in. Mitsumi is fine. She's covered with a bed sheet right now."
"Oh! So…the sound of door knocking makes you mad?" Fumio blinked.
"It's a disturbance. Vocal talk is fine to me," Saitama sighed. "I know, it's stupid. But I'd rather you all know what works for me so that if someone we don't know tries something…well…get the idea?"
"You're weird," King chuckled. "But whatever works."
"Right," Saitama agreed. Zenchu was able to announce that he was outside the door before walking in carefully to set down the small platter of grilled lobster pieces. When he left and closed the door, Saitama muted the microphone to pull Mitsumi close and kiss her lustfully.
"Saitama…" she whispered and gasped when he pulled her down hard on him with a small growl. After the sensation he got passed, he turned the microphone back on and let her rest against him.
"Okay, let me set up where our base is gonna be…" Saitama mused.
"I'll help get something going," King said. "Then I'll put up some defenses around your base just in case. This AI can be rough. I also know that online players can randomly get in if they know what to do."
"What?!" Saitama grimaced. "That's just crappy!"
"I know, but it's been reported that it happens. So, if you see something attacking that has an actual name over it, let me know in case I'm on the other side of the map. It's why I'm going to set up some defenses to get a quick view," King said. "Fumio, do the same thing."
"On it!" Fumio said and started to go through his defensive units. Zenchu was soon sitting down to watch him play. Kamikaze and Tacki were soon joining him and making suggestions. When Saitama's microphone showed it was muted, they knew what was happening. Zenchu walked over to Fumio and gestured for the headset to talk to Saitama when he got back on.
"Hey," Zenchu said.
"Huh? Oh. Fumio let you borrow the headset?" Saitama asked and let Mitsumi feed him a few lobster pieces before giving her a loving kiss.
"Yep. You know…they say that if you have an erection for more than four hours that you should get it checked. Right?" Zenchu asked with a grin. King started laughing with Kianna next to him.
"Well, you know that I'm only like this because my power wants me to have a kid. So, if you don't want a niece or nephew, or just want to piss me off, please walk into the room. Right now," Saitama said in a calm, neutral tone. "Make sure to knock, too. That will really set me off and ensure you have to regenerate for the rest of the day."
"Ah…" Zenchu seemed to twitch at the response to get Fumio laughing.
"I asked politely," Saitama said. Mitsumi was laughing into his shoulder and got a fond squeeze from him.
"He gave me the headset back, Dad," Fumio said while still laughing.
"I thought he would," Saitama sighed. "All talk. No action."
"Hey! I heard that!" Zenchu scowled to get them all laughing.
"Master Saitama?!" Genos suddenly said in the voice chat.
"Huh? Genos?! How did you get in this chat?" he asked.
"King gave me the meeting code to see if I could patch in from my own internal communications. It worked, as we can see," Genos said. "Others may see me talking to myself, but I don't mind. I may be able to put on a false headset to disguise it, though. I shall see if Kamiko can acquire one for me."
"You're freaky. And that's saying a lot from me in my condition," Saitama said and sighed to get King and Fumio laughing with agreement.
"Master Saitama, I need to tell you. When I saw you sitting with Miss Mitsumi and your aura started to appear, I could not scan your energy read out at all. Not only were you somewhat invisible to my sensors, but when I did manage to scan you I could not get any form of valid measurement from your bodily features. Your inner power is completely and fully unstable. It conceals you and reveals you to a degree that others may find you if they know how," Genos warned. "It is good that you are staying home."
"Now that you mention it, three people showed up," Fumio frowned. "A fan that wanted Dad for herself, but she only got autographs. Some weird fighter that got knocked out by Wind Crane, and another fighter showed up to get taken away by Inichi to save his life."
"Wait. That fan girl wanted me?!" Saitama seemed to hiss with disgust.
"She's been dealt with, love," Mitsumi said gently and nuzzled into him to calm him down. "I'm right here."
"Ugh…" Saitama grunted with disgust. "At least that one is gone."
"Exactly," Mitsumi smiled and got kissed intensely before the microphone was muted. Five minutes later, Saitama turned the microphone back on to show he was able to talk again.
"Master Saitama?! I could not hear you for almost five minutes! Did your connection drop out?" Genos asked.
"Genos…when the microphone mutes, I'm paying attention to Mitsumi. When I am good with Mitsumi, I come back on the microphone," Saitama said carefully. That got Genos to clear his throat.
"Ah. It's good that you are being considerate," Genos agreed.
"Right. How is Neutral Grounds?" Saitama asked and started to set his game workers to harvesting.
"There was a lot of talk of what others saw from you, Master Saitama. Thankfully there were no photographs taken," Genos said.
"What of the restaurant cameras?!" Mitsumi asked now with concern.
"Ah…hmm…" Genos frowned and was heard typing to check the security recordings. "They did catch when your aura started to appear!"
"Remove that footage. Now," Saitama ordered.
"I am unsure if I can from my location. Ah! I will request for Metal Knight to assist! He also handles our footage," Genos said and went silent.
"Maybe we should do a voice chat for the next few days," King chuckled. "That doesn't seem to piss you off so much, Saitama."
"Huh. Might be on to something," Saitama mused with agreement. At a commotion in the main room, his demeanor went from amused to irritated within a split second. "Do I need to slap someone?"
"Darling, there's no need for that," Mitsumi whispered and ran a hand over his back to calm him down. Then she moved to talk into the microphone. "Fumio? What's going on? Saitama is getting upset."
"Oh. Um…a hero showed up. That prisoner?" Fumio said. "He wants to show off his new outfit, apparently. He's been showing everyone and he's just now arriving here before he has to go back to the prison."
"I thought he was only let out for a couple days…?" Saitama frowned. When the bedroom door was suddenly opened before anyone could warn him, Puri-Puri Prisoner could only gape with horror at the dark red aura surrounding Saitama. At the narrowed glare with fiery pupils flickering out, Zenchu was quick to haul the large man out and shut the door.
"Idiot!" Zenchu snapped. "Do you want to kill us all?!"
"But…what was…?!" Puri-Puri Prisoner trembled.
"Saitama's power is fully out and unstable! He has to keep fucking Lady Mitsumi to keep it under control! He wants a kid with her. Bad. His inner power knows this. He has no control over his emotions unless she helps him! Don't do that again!" Zenchu snapped. Then he sighed hard and ran a hand over his face. "I know Inichi went back to the restaurant, but why did Grigos let you through?"
"I said I visited before and I was a friend," Puri-Puri Prisoner frowned.
"Okay. It's nice that you visited. But don't you know better than to barge into rooms uninvited?" Zenchu asked. "You did this before and almost got slapped! You need to stop doing that!"
"Well…" Puri-Puri Prisoner grimaced. Why does it feel like I am a child being scolded for stealing a cookie from the cookie jar?!
:A very good analogy. Once again, please heed Zenchu's advice. Mr. Saitama was ready to kill you. He has no control over his actions right now. It will pass in a few days when Lady Mitsumi's time of fertility has gone. He is much like a stud lion over a lioness. He will attack and kill anything that tries to get in the way. Do not intervene again.: Inichi said gravely.
"Well, today was my last day of good behavior until I went back to the prison. They gave me an extra two days. Likely because it was voted on by the men in the prison. I also wanted to show off what was made for me," Puri-Puri Prisoner admitted. "I wanted to ask if I could get more outfits like this."
"You can just ask me," Tacki said from where she sat in Kamikaze's lap on the couch. "I'm right here."
"I really like this!" he said and styled himself in the loose white, button down shirt and somewhat tight dark blue pants. He had a pastel pink neckerchief tied neatly under his chin and heavy black boots. "I was hoping for other likenesses with different colors."
"That's fine. You can send that outfit to us here for safe-keeping. Or if the jail keeps it safe for you in a lockbox is also good. I have your measurements. It will be easy to make more clothing for you," Tacki nodded. "Just don't bug Saitama or Lady Mitsumi right now. That's our request."
"I didn't know. One of my setbacks is not paying attention," Puri-Puri Prisoner admitted with a hard frown. "I promise I won't do that again."
"Good. Because Saitama was definitely ready to kill you," Zenchu said. Now that Puri-Puri Prisoner was finally brought to heel, the occupants in the bedroom were still trying to recover from the mild outrage that happened.
"The nerve of that guy!" Saitama scowled out.
"Love, he knows better now. Okay?" Mitsumi soothed.
"I have half a mind to-!" Saitama started before getting kissed passionately.
"Mute the microphone," she breathed in his ear.
"Why?" he muttered and gazed at her with his fiery pupils.
"Because with what I'm going to do to you, we don't need them to hear it," she grinned wickedly. That got him looking at her with a form of eager surprise. The microphone was muted and the headset was set down. She pushed him onto his back and stretched. That had him lose any form of control he thought he had. It was ten minutes later that he was able to put the headset back on.
"Feel better, Dad?" Fumio said and tried not to snicker.
"Did you hear anything?" Saitama asked.
"Through the bedroom door," his son said and tried hard not to laugh.
"Ah. Yeah. Well…I feel better," Saitama chuckled.
"It almost sounded like Mom whipped you!" Fumio continued.
"Oh, he heard that?" Mitsumi asked through the microphone to get Fumio to mildly freak out. That got her laughing with Saitama.
"No! She didn't whip me…" Saitama sighed and laughed with a shake of his head. "I wonder if she can, though…"
"Oh! We still need to try a blindfold!" she blinked to get him looking at her with a grin. "Do we have one…?"
"I don't need to know!" Fumio said quickly to get Mitsumi cackling softly. Saitama pressed a loving kiss to her mouth and wrapped his arms around her while he played again.
"I love you," she murmured and pressed into his neck.
"I love you, too," he muttered back and kissed her forehead. Then he noticed something in the game. "Who is setting up camp by our base?"
"Ah! Hello! It's me, Metal Knight. King let me gain access to the game," Metal Knight chuckled in the voice chat. "Siren's watching from another system as a spectator. As much as I know I have things to do, she thought it would be fun. As well as a quick way to contact everyone while together here. I can safely spend an hour here and there with no issues. I figured if I help with resource building like you, Saitama, then it would suit me best."
"Is this our own playable server?" Mitsumi blinked.
"Good guess!" King chuckled. "I had this for a while. I won it from an event the developers of this game had a year back. I just never knew what to use it for. This would be an awesome way to unwind and chit chat."
"Nice!" Saitama grinned.
"But can other people really get in?" Mitsumi asked.
"It happened once, but not since that time. It's why I like to make sure no one else can," King said. "This server can hold up to a hundred players at max. We don't really need that many, and I can easily take control of any profile for those that try to abuse the system to ban them. I'm a game owner, this way. The head administrator. I think, if Genos decides to play, he could become an administrator to help. Even you, Metal Knight. Child Emperor, too, if he's interested. Games of any kind, especially online ones, always need administrators and moderators to keep track of things."
"Very good!" Metal Knight chuckled.
"Why not me?" Saitama asked.
"Darling, there's no need for you to do that," Mitsumi smiled and pressed into him. "Let them handle it. We just need to enjoy it."
"Eh…" Saitama rolled his fiery eyes, but he grinned all the same at her loving nuzzle into his neck.
"How long should we play for?" she asked.
"As long as we want," Saitama chuckled. "I do like this, though. Keeps my mind off of things. I could use a soda, though."
"Zenchu's bringing you one, Dad," Fumio said.
"Oh, Metal Knight, did you remove the footage of Saitama from Neutral Grounds?" Mitsumi asked.
"I did, but I'm saving the clips. I want you to see the videos," Metal Knight said gravely. "We should watch how it started after he's recovered."
"Hmm. Okay," Saitama agreed. He gave a small nod to Zenchu when he walked in to give over the soda. Then, much to Mitsumi's delight, he revealed a plate of slow roasted deer to add to the lobster plate before leaving.
"Master Saitama, the restaurant has another four hours open before closing. Everything is running smoothly. Orotsu plans to make some specialty dishes to be delivered to the home. He'll also ensure that nothing needs to be checked on for our day off tomorrow," Genos said.
"Good," Saitama said and glared at his phone when it went off. Mitsumi was quick to lean over and answer it.
"Hello?" she asked and put it on speaker.
"Fan Dancer! Is everything well?" Sweet Mask asked.
"Not really. Saitama and I are home now. For three days," she said carefully. "That…event…started today."
"Oh!" Sweet Mask said with surprise. "If that is the case, then I will inform the Hero Association to start preparing fliers for the next mass recruitment. Should we set it for five days out?"
"That's fine. Just don't visit," Saitama said sternly. "I get very pissed off rather quickly right now. It can't be helped. So, everyone is sort of…on pins and needles. Was that the right expression, Mitsumi?"
"Perfect expression," she chuckled and kissed him. When it got more intense, Sweet Mask cleared his throat. Saitama glared at the phone and decided to just hang up the call. That got Mitsumi to die laughing and get kissed again. After another five minutes, Saitama went back to the headset to find out that his voice chat was muted. Mitsumi then asked after unmuting it, "King, did you mute Saitama?"
"You know I did," King said with a laugh. "After hearing Sweet Mask talking, I figured it was for the best."
"Right, right," Saitama sighed and noticed a new player jump into the game and the voice chat. "And who's that?"
"Hey," Zombieman said. "I'm in my temporary home with Himiko next to me. King sent me a game invite, oddly enough. Figured why not, eh?"
"Oh! Did you want to stay in the apartment complex? Or your own place? Free rent if it's with us!" Mitsumi giggled over the microphone.
"I was thinking about it, but…Himiko suggested I could…maybe…move into the large place in City X with her?" Zombieman asked.
"Huh! I never thought of that. Well, if you want to, you can," Mitsumi agreed. "You can help keep tabs on that home, too. You could live in various places if you really wanted to. I can easily fund that for you."
"And I never thought of that, either! I'll definitely think about it," Zombieman said. "I don't really have a permanent place to call home yet."
"He's thinking…it may change, though," Himiko said over his microphone.
"Did you kiss yet?" Saitama had to ask.
"Ah…maybe…" Himiko giggled softly.
"Nothing further," Zombieman said quickly before other questions were asked. "We're taking it very slow."
"Good!" Mitsumi beamed. "As it is, Saitama's rage is fully out now. His power. So, I'm stuck at home with him in the bedroom. It's for the best."
"Really? It hit now?" Zombieman asked.
"Yep. And it sucks," Saitama said. "It's why I'm just resource gathering in the game. Anything can piss me off. Even a knock on the door. So, no big battles in case I need to pause and pay attention to Mitsumi. She's the only thing that can really keep me in check. And calm."
"Damn," Zombieman said. "Yeah. Stay home."
"That's the plan," Saitama sighed and sipped his soda. At the sight of another person jumping into the game and the chat, he asked, "And who is this?"
"Hey!" Child Emperor said. "This game was really hard to get into until King sent me instructions! I'll definitely play with you all!"
"Cool!" Fumio said.
"A game for heroes and monsters. I like this," Mitsumi giggled.
"I'd invite Bane, but I don't think he's one for games. He'd rather watch like Kamikaze," King said.
"I'd say Mumen Rider, but he's always out helping people," Mitsumi thought aloud. "I don't think we would want Sneck. Oh! Fubuki could!"
"When she's home, we can ask," King agreed.
"Not sure about Tanktop Master," Fumio thought aloud.
"Lightning Max might!" Mitsumi beamed.
"I'll have Zenchu ask him. I don't know if we have enough consoles. Hey, Kamikaze! Is Iaian still here? Oh. He's looking around for a place to make a home here? Okay. Well, I wanted to know if he'd be interested in playing even though he only has one hand. Okay!" Fumio was heard talking.
"What game are they talking about?" Puri-Puri Prisoner asked.
"It's one that King has. It helps Dad stay calm," Fumio said.
"I'd try playing, but I need to go back to the prison soon. They don't really let us do anything there. Such a shame," Puri-Puri Prisoner sighed. "Speaking of which, I should probably be going. I'll do my best to be on my very best behavior so I can come back!"
"Eh…okay," Kamikaze shrugged and watched Tacki sharpen his sword to perfection. He rested a hand over her belly in a rather protective way when she leaned back on him and yawned. "You've been getting tired a bit more recently. Just relax, okay?"
"Kay…" Tacki sighed and snuggled into him to close her eyes. "I feel a bit sick again, too…suddenly…"
"What?" Kamikaze blinked. "Do you need to puke?"
"I dunno…" she shivered. "Just don't move. Okay?"
"Ah…okay…" he frowned. Zenchu was quick to bring over a bucket just in case. Then he moved to start preparing some strong mint tea. He brought it over just as Tacki grabbed the bucket and vomited into it.
"What was that?!" Saitama asked.
"Tacki got sick!" Fumio said.
"Oh…" Mitsumi frowned.
"Zenchu gave her a bucket when she threatened to get sick, so he's already helping her. He just made the tea when she took the bucket," Fumio sighed.
"At least it's in a bucket," Kamikaze sighed and took the tea to set aside. He let Zenchu give over a glass of water to help her rinse out her mouth. Another bucket was brought over to let him clean out the used one. Tacki cringed and whimpered a bit. "Easy. It's gonna be okay."
He ran a hand over her back to help comfort her and ease her down. After another few minutes, she was able to sit up in his lap and take down the tea. She looked at him and snuggled into him with relief. He set the empty bucket aside to hug her and whisper softly. Zenchu refilled the mug with more tea in case she needed it, and Kamikaze set it aside. Tacki sighed and softly said, "Thanks."
"Always," Kamikaze said and kissed her forehead. "Did you want to go to bed? Or stay here?"
"We can stay here," Tacki said and leaned back into him with another sigh.
"Will she be all right?" Puri-Puri Prisoner asked. He saw the whole thing and had no idea on what to think.
"She'll be fine. It's pregnancy sickness from my twins. I'm hoping this is just a phase and not something that happens for months," Kamikaze grumbled.
"Oh. I hope for both of you that things will be better," the large man said. "Ah, thank you for the outfit! I look forward to getting more!"
"Okay," Tacki chuckled. After he left, Kamikaze carefully lifted her in his arms to hold her and let her rest. When she looked at the tea, he was able to give it to her. When the main door was knocked on, Zenchu answered it to find Iaian standing there.
"Hey. Tacki just got sick from the pregnancy. Your master is tending to her. What's up?" Zenchu asked.
"Oh. Um…she's okay now?" Iaian asked.
"Yeah," Kamikaze said and gestured for him to come over.
"Well, I found a decent location that a small hut can be built for me," Iaian said. "I can show someone."
"Inichi can help. Think to him. He'll hear you and get construction started with the image you have in your head," Zenchu said.
"What?" Iaian blinked.
"Just do it," Kamikaze snorted. "That monster is the strongest one I've ever encountered. Other than Wind Crane out there."
"What about me?!" Zenchu asked.
"Saitama can slap you out of commission," Kamikaze grinned.
"That guy can slap anyone out of commission!" Zenchu argued to get them all laughing at the fact. As they continued to banter, Mitsumi was busy getting claimed by Saitama again.
"No end to this?" she asked with a breathless gasp.
"Likely not," Saitama muttered and kissed her.
"I never thought I'd spend three days with nothing but sex and gaming," she giggled to get him grinning.
"I'm not complaining!" he said and kissed her forehead. "I guess we'll just see how the day pans out. It will give us an idea for the next two days. You think? Or no?"
"Yeah. Let's see how the rest of the day goes," she nodded and gasped when he pressed himself into her again to grunt at the spasm that raced through him. He waited for the feeling to pass before unmuting the headset to chat with the others. He knew it was going to be a long day. But quite enjoyable. As long as no one pisses me off.