The luxurious penthouse felt cold. On one side, Fubuki tried to maintain her composure, pouring wine with a slightly trembling hand. On the other, Tatsumaki stood stiffly by the window, a faint green aura of restrained psychic power pulsing around her, a ticking time bomb.
And in the middle of them, Tom Jacker sat on the velvet sofa, observing the two sisters with the amused smile of a puppeteer.
"Thank you for coming to my little 'farewell party'," Tom said, breaking the silence.
"Cut the crap, you bastard," Tatsumaki hissed without turning around. "State your business, then get out of my world."
"Patience, Miss Tornado, patience," Tom replied. He rose and walked slowly towards Tatsumaki, his movements as graceful as a predator's. "I'm leaving soon. And as a true collector, I always like to bring home the best 'souvenirs'."
Tatsumaki finally turned, her eyes glowing. "If you think you can touch me "
An invisible psychic barrier erupted from her, powerful enough to level the building. But the barrier simply vanished as it reached Tom, as if it had never existed. Tom just kept walking until he stood directly in front of her.
"See?" he said softly. "I don't just think, I know I can." He cupped her face, his thumb stroking her cheek in a gesture that might have been gentle were it not for the possessive look in his eyes. "You are my ultimate prize."
He then glanced at Fubuki, who stood frozen. "And you, Fubuki-chan. You're an important part, too. You were the first to show me just how 'welcoming' the hero world can be." He gestured with his head. "Take off your dress."
Fubuki swallowed hard, but she complied. Her previous experience had taught her that resistance would only make things worse. She slowly removed her green dress, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her in her elegant underwear.
Tatsumaki stared at her sister in horror and rage. "Fubuki! What are you doing?!"
"She's doing as she's told," Tom said, his attention returning to Tatsumaki. He leaned in and whispered in the Tornado's ear, "Something you'll learn to do tonight as well."
Tom didn't use physical force. He used a kiss. The kiss was an invasion, savage, deep, and conquering. Tatsumaki's hands rose to push him, but her psychic power was useless, and her physical strength was no match. Tom kissed her until her struggles weakened, until she was out of breath, until the only thing holding her up was his grip on her waist.
When he broke the kiss, Tatsumaki was gasping, her eyes glassy with rage and unwanted sensation. Tom then gently pushed her onto the sofa. He looked at Fubuki.
"Now, kneel before her," Tom commanded. "Show your sister how to serve a master."
With tears of humiliation welling in her eyes, Fubuki knelt between Tatsumaki's outstretched legs. Under Tom's cold gaze, she began to use her mouth on her own sister, an intimate act twisted into a cruel spectacle of dominance. Tatsumaki could only watch in horror, her body too shaken to react.
"Good," Tom praised. He joined them on the sofa, ripping Tatsumaki's haughty black dress with a single pull. "Now, let the party begin."
The night was a dark symphony of power and submission. Tom played the two sisters like violins. He forced the arrogant Tatsumaki to service him while Fubuki was made to assist, holding her sister's hair or pinning her legs. He savored the contrast between them: the trembling yet obedient Fubuki, and the defiant Tatsumaki who fought with every fiber of her being, her moans a mixture of hate and forced passion, which only excited Tom further.
He took Tatsumaki first, roughly and deeply, on the cold marble coffee table. "You like this, don't you, Tornado?" he growled, slapping her ass. "Feeling helpless for the first time in your life." Every thrust was a humiliation, every kiss a claim.
Then he turned to Fubuki, pulling her onto his lap. With Fubuki, he was "gentler" in the cruelest sense of the word, his movements were slow, torturous, forcing her to look into her sister's eyes as he took her. "You belong to her, but you also belong to me," he whispered, making sure both women knew that their bond was now under his control.
The peak was when he brought them together. He laid Tatsumaki down, then placed Fubuki on top of her, before taking them both from behind, their bodies stacked in a pyramid of submission. He thrust into Fubuki, and at the same time, his cock pressed against Tatsumaki's lower back, his body dominating them both at once. The room was filled with moans, sobs, and the sound of slapping skin. It was a total conquest, not just of their bodies, but of their relationship as sisters.
With a final, savage growl, he released himself inside Fubuki, his climax serving as the final punctuation mark on his conquest of this world.
As dawn broke, the atmosphere grew quiet. The two sisters lay on the sofa, naked and exhausted, not looking at each other. The silence between them was heavier than anything.
Tom stood by the window, watching the sunrise. He was satisfied. He hadn't copied any new powers. This was purely for pleasure and for closure, his final collection of experiences.
"Thank you for an unforgettable evening, my Esper ladies," Tom said without turning. "You truly were the best farewell gift."
With that, he teleported, vanishing from the penthouse and from the world of One-Punch Man forever.
He left the two most powerful women in that world with the memory of a night that would haunt and perhaps change them in ways they could never imagine, their sisterly bond now forged in the fire of humiliation and a shared, unspoken experience. And Tom Jacker? He was already thinking about his next adventure.