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I am Saitama - Chapter 35: A day with Mizuki (Part 3)*
🕑 Added 2025-08-20 04:00:44 +0000 UTC"What are you doing?"
"Uh...."
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“Nghhh!!”
After a brief conversation with Saitama, she didn’t got to explain why she was eyeing his bulge.
The reason? Simple. For Saitama, it was obvious what she wanted. He didn’t need to be a psychic to know it. So he simply gave it to her. No questions asked.
After all, he knew that behind her facade of a hard-working athlete and heroine, Mizuki hid a deep and consuming lust, specially for his dick. He had known it from the first time they had sex, but he never mentioned it because it simply wasn't a topic for outside of their intimate moments.
This didn’t mean that she always had the same hunger for a good big dick like any common slut. No.
The thing was, for most of her life, she also had a job and a career to maintain, so she had never had the opportunity to enjoy that side of herself before, and if she had, she had rejected it because, above all else, sport was her life. However, now that she was a heroine, she had allowed herself to open up to this new experience for the first time in her life and... oh boy! She really opened up.
"Mmmph!"
Now, Mizuki was sucking him off, her eyes glued up at his dick, while her tongue teased his sensitive tip. After a lot of practique, she had found that using her tongue to play with the head was his weakness.
“Nghh, fuck!” Groaned Saitama as he felt ‘that part’ of her mouth’s muscular organs teasing the head of his dick.
For him, this sensation, it was like magic, it felt like the first warm morning of summer holidays, when the air smelled like sea water, the birds were singing and the sun kissed his skin.
It was a strange but wonderful sensation.
The sensation of pleasure rippling through him was so big that it made him regret not having been able to do this in his past life. He knew now that he had missed big time.
“God Mizuki, you are making me feel so good!!” Were the only words he managed to say between groans and quick breaths.
“Mmmpphh” Answered Mizuki, the sound of her answer was overshadowed by the 7 inches that were choking her. She teared up as she tried to fit more of the juggernaut member inside of her mouth, probably the anaconda size dick had touched some nerve inside her that made her body respond in that way.
However, she felt happy, she loved sucking his boyfriend’s cock, that was what she had in mind when she suggested him to spend a day together since the beggining, not that she ever admitted that ever.
Meanwhile, her pussy kept soaking up her panties.
She could hear Saitama's deep breaths, as she felt how his girth stretched her lips while she bobbed her head up and down his lenght. Mizuki loved the way he filled her mouth, the way she could taste the power and desire that emanated from him.
Suddenly and after several minutes that felt like hours she saw how Saitama’s dick suddenly started to throb while Saitama himself put his head back and his teeth clenced tightly while she heard the words she had so longed to hear.
"I'm cumming!"
He came almost immediately, without giving her much time to prepare for the unleash of his load. Mizuki felt how the white cream shots shot deep inside her, rapidly fulling her mouth.
Suddenly, and without notice, Saitama grabbed her head firmly with his hands and slammed the totality of his 12 inches down her throat using a little bit of strenght, making Mizuki's eyes widen up.
And then it started the facefuck.
“Ack, Hnnnghh!!”
Inside and out, in and out, one time, two times, three times, he rapidly moved her head through his length, all while Mizuki tried not to choke too much with the enormous poll inside her, plus all the fluids she was trying to swallow.
"Mmmph!"
But she couldn't take it, it was just too much, her throat still wasn’t trained enough to be able to swallow all of his lenght, she had to escape. So she rapidly hit Saitama’s muscular thighs to make him stop.
That worked.
As the hero suddenly let go of her head and his big and powerful hands separated from her skull, that let Mizuki finally spit the giant cock out of her mouth.
Pop!
Mizuki broke away from his cock and gasped for air. However she started to choke with all the cum she still had on her mouth, Saitama’s cock was like a hose after all. So this left her no choice but to forcefully swallow all of the baby batter.
GLUP!
Once she did it, her throat emmited a loud sound, making Saitama aware that she managed to swallow all lof his load.
Nice. Was the only thought on Saitama’s mind as he saw Mizuki’s battered and stretched out mouth. Her face was a mess, her eyes were glassy because of all the tears that her eyes unknowingly shed.
Her expression was one of fatigue and that surprised both of them greatly. It wasn’t normal for a blowjob to be this exhausting after all.
RING!
However, their thoughts were interrupted when suddenly the doorbell rang, alerting both of them.
“What the-?” Said Mizuki suddenly, her fatigue dissapeared almost immediately.
“Were you expecting someone?” Asked Saitama.
“No, of course not.”
“That’s strange…I will answer the door.”
“Wait,” said Mizuki as she tried to stand up, but she couldn’t, her legs were sleep and her body was exhausted, plus, she wasn’t in condition to answer however was waiting outside in her actual state. So she gave up and climbed on the couch so she could finally rest a little bit, maybe he wouldn't answer the door if she was sleeping.
That was her last thought as she passed out.
Unfortunatelly for her, Saitama didn’t hear her or notice her passing out as he was already on his way to the door.
He rapidly put on his boxers and his pants that he had throwed around a while ago and went to answer the door. Luckily he still had his shirt on. The only thing that he hadn’t noticed was that his member was still erect, so his pants did nothing to hide the enormous flag pole he had between his legs.
Creak!
The door opened slowly, the hinges whining faintly as he pulled it just wide enough to peek outside. Mizuki hadn’t been expecting anyone, and yet the knock had been insistent enough to demand his attention.
However, what he saw on the doorstep froze him in place. His breath caught for a second, his pupils dilating as recognition struck him like a hammer.
It was the last person he expected.
Standing there, illuminated by the pale glow of the streetlamp, was a young woman whose presence seemed to steal every look when she entered a room. Her curvy figure was emphasized by every inch of the outfit she wore: a dark royal-green, form-fitting V-neck dress with a high collar that hugged her frame with elegance and power. Draped over her shoulders was a long white fur coat that swayed slightly in the evening breeze, exuding refinement. Her chin-length dark green bob swayed gently as she tilted her head, the sharp fringe casting faint shadows across her light green eyes—eyes that seemed to shift between jade and mint with an unsettling brilliance.
Her lips, lightly glossed with pink, caught the faintest shimmer of light, and the several pearl necklaces around her neck gleamed softly with every subtle movement she made. The thigh-high black heeled boots she had only enhanced the commanding aura she carried.
Fubuki.
His mind screamed the name before he could even register it. Fubuki!! What is she doing here? How did she know I was here? I didn’t even get to know her yet—and I sure as hell didn’t tell anyone where I was! His heartbeat quickened, panic and disbelief racing through his veins.
Her calm composure made the whole scene even more surreal. Without hesitation, she spoke, her voice smooth and laced with a confidence that didn’t quite match the humility of her words.
“Hello, Mister Saitama. I’m sorry to bother you,” she began, bowing slightly. “My name is Fubuki. I am the sister of Tatsumaki, the Tornado of Terror. I wanted to thank you, Mister Saitama, for saving my sister. I know it doesn’t mean much, coming from a weak B-Class hero like me, but… thank you.”
The air seemed to still. Her words were polite, but the way her eyes lingered on him told a different story—like she was measuring him, dissecting him with that emerald gaze.
What… the… fuck? His mind spun out of control, the casual absurdity of her presence clashing violently with the reality that this was happening.
It was difficult for him to react, as so many thoughts were passing through her head right now.
However without noticing it, she started to analyze him.
So this is the rank 5 of the S-Class, it’s clear that he doesn’t care much about appearances by seeing his clothes, she thought as her cold look started analyzing all of his clothes, starting by Saitama’s shirt that was wrinkled and somewhat stained by a substance she couldn’t figure.
The reason I went all the way to this apartment is so I could try to find out if he is dating my sister. But with what I have saw until now, I don't think so.
Her eyes continued to lower down until she find herself with something that made her eyes wide.
The giant bulge in Saitama’s pants.
What is that? She thought in alarm, the thing looked like if he had put a water bottle inside his pants, only that for the form, she guessed it wasn’t that but something else.
Is that-?! Is that his cock?! Her eyes widened while she started to take quick breaths, she rapdily started to blush, It can’t be!! No man could have his thing be this large!! Not even a S-Class! She thought in denial.
“Uh… you okay?” Saitama asked finally, breaking the strange silence as Fubuki froze in place, her face caught halfway between serious and bright red.
She jolted, realizing she’d been staring far too long, and quickly forced her eyes back to his face. “Y-Yes! Perfectly fine! Sorry, I just—uh—was… thinking.”
Right. Thinking. Sure. That’s totally what normal people do—stand in a stranger’s apartment gawking at their pants like they’re trying to solve the Rosetta Stone.
Saitama rubbed the back of his head, still completely lost as to why she was even here. Of all people, Fubuki standing at his door, being weirdly polite, thanking him, bowing like some formal noblewoman, and then—
Wait. Did she just glance past me?
Her head tilted slightly, her emerald eyes darting toward the living room.
Ah crap, don’t look there.
But she did.
Just enough of an angle, just enough of a peek through the narrow opening in the doorway. And her trained psychic senses caught it instantly.
Her breath hitched.
Laid across the couch, Mizuki was still out cold, her sports jacket discarded and her toned upper body barely covered by a simple sports bra that had ridden up a little as she slept. The sight was enough to confirm to Fubuki exactly what kind of scene she’d just barged into.
A sudden flash of pink burned across her cheeks. He… he had a woman over?! That must be the reason why he wasn’t on his usual apartment, he is probably renting this apartment so other people of the Association don’t know he is a womanizer. Crap, I really hope my sister is not dating a womanizer.
Her mind ran wild, images stitching themselves together in all the wrong ways. The wrinkled shirt. The strange stain. That… thing in his pants. And now that girl passed out half-undressed in his apartment.
The dots connected themselves far too quickly.
“Oh—oh! I… I see!” Fubuki stammered, her words tumbling over each other as she stepped back with uncharacteristic haste. “I didn’t mean to intrude! Thank you again, Mister Saitama, for… everything! Truly! I’ll be going now—!”
She bowed again—so fast it was almost a blur—and retreated down the hall, her heels clicking like she was sprinting from the scene of a crime.
Saitama stood in the doorway, blinking slowly as her presence vanished in a flurry of awkward energy.
“…Huh?” He tilted his head, scratching his cheek. “What was that about?”
He looked back inside at Mizuki, still snoring softly, oblivious to the chaos her mere existence had caused.
The reincarnated fan inside his head could only groan. Damn it… no, no, no! This isn’t how it’s supposed to go! This is one of those cliché setups, isn’t it? Misunderstandings and blushes and running away without explanation. Fubuki probably thinks I’m a womanizer or worse…
He glanced back onward the hall.
“Ah, crap…”
He slumped against the doorframe, already imagining how this was going to snowball out of control the next time he saw her. Because if this world kept following the One Punch Man’s original script, then he knew he was definitely gonna see her again, even if he didn’t want to.
Still…she looked hot. He thought silently as he went back inside.
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