City Z.
No man's land.
Boom!
King visits Saitama's home again.
"You won't be able to see anyone again this time, right?"
He recalled the previous times, and each time it happened to be a very unfortunate time when Saitama was not at home.
Click!
Fortunately, Saitama is at home.
"Eh? King?" Saitama opened the door in casual clothes and looked at King in surprise, "Why are you here at my house? Come in quickly."
He invited the king into the house and poured a glass of boiled water.
"Thanks."
King took the boiled water and explained with a smile: "Wasn't my home destroyed by a weirdo? It's being repaired, and I have nowhere to go, so I wanted to stay here with you for a few days."
Saitama was stunned for a moment, then firmly shook his head and refused: "No, absolutely not. My house is too small and too crowded. It's already very troublesome just for Genos to live there. Plus, if you add your words, the room will be full. You finish this drink." Just bring me the water, my house really can’t accommodate so many people.”
Saitama's house is indeed very small, with a small kitchen, a bathroom and a living room. The living room is both a living room and a bedroom. At night, he will move the coffee table to the side and spread the quilt on the floor. During the day, he will fold the white quilt. , rearrange the coffee table.
So the question is, how can Saitama and Genos sleep in such a small room? It should be very compact!
King picked up a bag of food and said meaningfully: "I brought high-quality beef and branded cabbage, and when I live in your house, I will always provide high-quality ingredients..."
Saitama's pupils shrank and his brows were furrowed. After a long moment, he asked the king: "By the way, did you bring your toothbrush?"
“…”
King smiled, glanced at the slightly messy house, and asked, "Isn't Genos here?"
"Well, he hasn't come back since yesterday." Saitama leaned on the quilt, scratched his butt, took out a comic and read it with interest, "His body was damaged a lot during the battle yesterday. He should have been repaired."
"Oh." King put down his backpack. He approached Saitama and glanced at the name of the comic, "Sun Man?"
"Eh? Have you read King too?" Saitama showed off the comic, "I picked it up on the roadside. I don't know if some naughty kid threw it away."
"It's so boring to read comics." King pulled his backpack, opened it and took out various game consoles, including Subarvado, PSP, etc., all of which were very complete.
"Saitama, let's play games!"
"oh!"
Saitama was refreshed and said with great energy: "King, let's fight!!"
Beep!
The two of them installed the game console.
"Saitama, this time I will teach you how to masturbate."
King dug out the game cartridge of a classic aircraft shooting game - "Thunder Fighter" and inserted it into it.
Saitama asked in surprise: "Do I need to be taught how to masturbate? Are there any special skills?"
"Of course." King smiled and said, "I'll tell you a secret technique for masturbating. When masturbating, move your fingers quickly... up, down, left, left, right, BABA, and you can release unlimited life."
Saitama was stunned, looked at his hands, and murmured: "Up and down... I can understand this, but what about BABA left and right?"
"King, you seem to be very skilled at masturbating!"
King showed off: "That's right, I once won the championship in masturbation."
"So strong!" Saitama exclaimed: "King, no matter in terms of strength, games or masturbation, you are number one!"
King was startled and said, "Masturbation is just a game!"
"I know it's a game." Saitama understood: "Genos also told me that masturbating is a man's game."
"... Hey, Saitama, don't think blindly. I'm talking about masturbating, not masturbating." King's face darkened, and he pointed at the game cartridge and explained: "This is a fighter game!"
Saitama was stunned and said calmly: "That's right, I'm just talking about games!"
“…”
King couldn't laugh or cry, and was too lazy to argue with Saitama. This guy looked silly and cute on the outside, but he was actually very smart. Perhaps it was because he was too strong, which caused his thinking to feel like he was back to nature.
It's not that Saitama doesn't know many things, it's that he doesn't care about them.
Because things that are important in the eyes of others are just daily trivial matters in his mind. How can they be as important as supermarket sales
"Okay, the game is about to begin. Let me introduce the rules of the game. This is a two-player game..."
King blatantly introduced the rules of the game to Saitama.
"do you understand?"
Saitama nodded and said, "Well, to put it simply, it's just masturbation!"
"...There's nothing wrong with it."
King controlled the controller to select his fighter, and when Saitama was ready, the two entered the game together.
Phew! !
At the beginning of the game, King showed off his superb masturbation skills, killing the invading enemies one by one and eating up all the props that appeared.
Saitama also works very hard and seriously. Well, he chases the King Fighter's ass very hard and seriously, hoping to catch up.
"Hey, king, drive slower. I can't catch you. You're speeding. You're speeding. Beep, Beep, Beep. Look, the traffic police are coming to your door. They're going to issue a ticket."
"... Saitama, don't make any noise, that's the boss, not a traffic policeman."
"I'm right, the traffic police are the bosses of you speeding guys!"
"Kill it!"
"Hey, king, what's in that thing that looks like a box?"
"That's the prop box. Each prop box contains various props, such as laser cannons, electromagnetic cannons, pulse bombs, etc."
"Ah? That's great. King, please save one for me before you eat them all. My plane is still spraying bullets one after another!"
"This game is about whoever is faster gets the props!"
"Stop joking, this is a two-player game. It's obviously a game where everyone fights together. Hey, king, you ate it again, you idiot, how can I defeat the boss like this?"
"Saitama, you are so noisy. I can defeat the boss by myself. All I need to play games with you is a man named 666. You just need to be honest and do your best."
"I don't want to win by lying down. King, you are too arrogant. Sooner or later I will surpass you in my masturbation."
King and Saitama had a quarrel because of the uneven distribution of props, oh, mainly because King didn't give any props to Saitama.
After all, the plane controlled by Saitama is a small rifle from beginning to end, and King already has high-tech weapons such as laser cannons, beam cannons, and plasma cannons. No wonder Saitama is anxious.
puff!
"Hey, Saitama, don't grab my controller. I'm going to die. I'm going to die..."
"Haha, this prop box belongs to me...ah, why am I dead?"
"Nonsense, your plane is so bad. Without me supporting it from the front, of course you would die if you rushed up to it."
"What? It's not because you stole all my props, King, you bastard."
"I'm here to win."
"It's easier to win with me."
"Ha, Saitama, don't be joking. How can you win if you're such a bad guy at masturbating..."
"I'm very good at masturbating!"
Jingle Bell!
Just as King and Saitama were arguing, King's phone rang. He quickly took out his phone and put it under his ear, "Hi, I'm King."
"King, come to the association headquarters quickly, something big has happened..."
"What's going on?"
"There is a guy who calls himself a weirdo and is doing whatever he wants in the headquarters!"
"Oh, I'm not free, you can find someone else!"
"King, this matter is very urgent..."
"I really don't have time... Hey, Saitama, cum quickly. Your masturbation skills are terrible. Look at me..."
"Uh, masturbate... masturbate? Well, king, we will find other S-class heroes to deal with it. Sorry to bother you."
"Eh?"
King was startled, then suddenly realized, and shouted: "Hey, you guys misunderstood..."
Dudu!
"Saitama, I'm going to beat you to death!"