Titties for Tidbits of Intel

(Note: This story is part of a short series of One-Punch Man stories)
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“Something has to be done!”

 

“Agreed; this is getting ridiculous, and humiliating. But we can’t just challenge Saitama again.”

 

Tatsumaki reluctantly nodded. “We need more information, and maybe some training of our own.” She gave her sister a thin smile. “Fortunately, I have the perfect place to start.”

 

One hours later…

 

“Not that I don’t appreciate the excellent meal we had, but my question remains: why did you invite me to dinner with the two of you, and now to this penthouse?”

 

Fubuki looked away with a small blush, but Tatsumaki gave him a sultry smirk as she floated in the air. “Can’t it simply be that we wanted to welcome and reward a rising new hero?” she asked innocently, batting her eyes at him.

 

Genos’ flat expression never changed. “The first time we met, you were insulting my master, took offense to me challenging you, and smashed me against a stone.”

 

“…well, when you put it like that,” Tatsumaki grumbled, smile fading in favor of a frown as she crossed her arms and turned, showing Genos only her profile. “Geez, some people really know how to hold a grudge!”

 

Hastily putting herself between the two before things could worse, Fubuki did her best to placate the cyborg. “Look, it’s true that we have ulterior motives for inviting you to all of this, but I promise, it’s really not that big of a deal. We just wanted to… sweeten the pot, so to speak.”

 

“…” Genos folded his arms across his chest, expression softening slightly. “I’m listening.”

 

“It’s simple, robot boy.” Still floating with her side to him, Tatsumaki gave him a sly smile and look from the corner of her eyes. “You let me and my sister fuck you until you’re satisfied-”

 

Genos gave Fubuki an assessing glance, doing a double take when he saw that she had already unbuttoned her dress, leaving just one button in place to cover her breasts. The sexy pose she struck was undermined slightly by her dark blush and reluctant expression. Still, she showed no signs that she was leaving.

 

“-and in return, all you have to do is tell us all you know about your ‘master.’” Genos’ eyes flashed in irritation at the clear dismissal in Tatsumaki’s voice, but didn’t storm off; instead, he thought over their proposition.

 

“You realize that even if I tell you everything I know about Master Saitama, you will still be unable to defeat him, correct?” A normal man would have pissed themselves at the twin glares the Psychic Sisters directed his way, but Genos merely stared back at them.

 

“You let us worry about that,” Fubuki growled. “Do we have a deal or not?”

 

The cyborg thought about a moment longer before nodding. “We do; however, I would like my payment first.”

 

Tatsumaki scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Now I know not ALL of you is a machine, because that’s definitely something a man would say. I am curious though: how much of you is…still…intact…”

 

Her voice gradually trailed off as Genos nonchalantly stripped out of his clothes, revealing what he was packing. Like her sister, Fubuki was speechless and staring.

 

“The doctor who rebuilt my body made improvements to everything,” Genos explained, his rock hard cock jutting from his body. “He also insisted on including other features, most of which I have never found a use for.” A small smirk was there and gone on his face. “But perhaps this will be an exception.”

 

Slowly, Tatsumaki’s smirk reappeared. “You know, this might be more fun than I-”

 

“DIBS!” Fubuki interrupted, staring at Genos’ crotch.

 

“…you little bitch,” her older sister said flatly, with just a hint of amusement and respect.

 

“Takes one to know one,” Fubuki shot back; as Tatsumaki sputtered in outrage, the younger sibling lunged forward, kissing Genos thoroughly while grinding herself against him. Either he was caught off-guard by what happened or he allowed himself to be pushed back; either way, they ended up on the ground, still kissing.

 

“Oh no you don’t! You’re not having all the fun!” Tatsumaki fumed, flitting through the air towards the pair. Grabbing Genos’ hand, she placed it on her breasts, a silent demand that he play with them. To her surprise, he reacted right away, with a skill that made her moan. Then his hand started to…heat up and vibrate?!

 

Duh, cyborg, she reminded herself, biting her lower lip as her nipples perked up. A very pleasant warmth spread from her breasts to fill her body; the hottest was between her thighs, making her squirm.

 

Fubuki sat up with a gasp, straddling Genos’ body. A quick surge of her powers ripped her panties from her body, letting her rub her bare pussy against his erection. “Fuck me! Fuck me now!”

 

“As you wish,” Genos replied with humor and anticipation of his own. He waited until she lifted her hip; then, as she plunged back down, he thrust his hips up.

 

“YES!” Fubuki screamed from the rooftop, uncaring who might hear her. This was what she had been missing! Saitama had overwhelmed her with pleasure, but this? This was something she could take her time with and enjoy.

 

Tatsumaki panted, getting hornier as she watched and listened to her sister get fucked. She abruptly shoved Genos’s hand between her legs. “Rub me! You had better get me off too, tin can, or so help me-!”

 

And then he tore away her panties, his hand transformed into a dildo and plunged into her, and Tatsumaki was screaming right along side her sister. “FUCK! MORE! MORE! I NEED IT!”

 

‘They seem very enthusiastic, yet I know that master has been involved with them multiple times. Strange; I will have to ask him about it later. For now, I should focus. I will not fail to uphold my end of our bargain.’ The cyborg thought to himself.

 

Several hours later…

 

“That’s really all you know?!” Tatsumaki demanded. She was still naked, but that didn’t detract from her threatening demeanor as she glared at Genos.

 

“I’m afraid so; I have only recently become Master’s apprentice. There is still much I have not learned about him,” the cyborg replied apologetically. “However…”

 

Looking up from her sulk (though she would later claim she was just thinking), Fubuki’s expression lit up. “What? What is it?” While she’d had a great time with Genos, she really didn’t want all of this to be for nothing.

 

“There is another man you can speak with: King. Master has never been able to defeat him, even with significant advantages.” However, the half-man half-machine neglected to mention that this was only true in video games. But he’ll let them figure that out later.

 

The sisters exchanged looks of dawning realization. “Of course! We should have thought that of that ourselves,” Fubuki chastised herself.

 

Tatsumaki nodded, a disgruntled scowl on her face; for once, it was directed at herself. “The hero known as the most powerful man on earth; naturally he would know how to defeat that damned baldy.” She nodded at Genos. “Thanks, tin man. We’ll pay King a visit tomorrow.”

 

“Sister, you’re not planning on fighting him, are you? Because if you are-” Fubuki started.

 

Tatsumaki scoffed and shook her head. “Do I look like an idiot?! I’m powerful, but even I’m not going to challenge King without a damn good reason. No, we’re just going there to… talk.”

 

“You mean ‘talk’ like we talked with Genos?” Fubuki asked resignedly.

 

“If it comes to that, yes. We’re going to get that information, Whatever it takes! I will defeat that damned baldy!” Tatsumaki declared, hands fisted at her sides.


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