Part 2: Tatsumaki(One Punch Man)

Three Days Later…

Arashi was in hell.

A Class-S Hero that was considered one of the most powerful and influential people in the whole world becoming a client of their advertising firm would have been something that Arashi would have been jumping for joy over. Instead he had been thrust into a nightmare that would never end.

And all because he got drunk one night and called a woman "shrimp".

He sat at his desk and looked around in his new office. He should be feeling grateful. He'd been promoted and was given a brand new corner office; it was practically the dream of any office worker to have one. And yet…

The hapless worker buried his face in his hands and shivered at the memory of the last three days. It'd only been such a short amount of time since the hero had come to the firm, yet it felt like three decades of torment. "Why does God hate me?" he mumbled to himself just as the door suddenly flew open.

"What do you mean God hates you?" smirked Tatsumaki as she floated into the office. Arashi looked up at her smiling face and he could see her devil horns poking out of her twisty hair. "If God hated you then you wouldn't have me in your life."

All Arashi could do was groan louder. Over her brief time at the office, she'd been pushing his buttons in every conceivable way. From things as little as using her powers to mess up his paperwork to seating herself on his lap to 'see what he's worked up' as an excuse to grind her ass against his crotch and get the younger man flustered. It was clear from the outset that she wasn't here for business but rather to just treat him like her own little toy.

Sighing as the woman hovered over him with a smirk, Arashi reached into his desk and pulled out some papers. "Look, we were doing some focus tests. Unfortunately despite your ranking within the hero circuit, you don't really have much of a fanbase in the young adult male demographic. They prefer a more…um…" Arashi struggled to find a word that wouldn't piss her off. "Mature heroine." His thoughts instantly went to Tatsumaki's sister, Fubuki. "But you did test highly among the preteen female-"

A finger to his lips was all it took to shut him up. "Look, Worker Drone. I don't care at all about your work one bit. So spare me the details of whatever marketing crap you've got in those files of yours."

"Th-then why are you even here?" Arashi knew that Tatsumaki didn't care at all for what he did, yet she kept showing up.

The mischievous gleam in her green eyes returned. "Oh, I just get a kick out of making you squirm, Drone." She seated herself on his desk and pushed him back on his wheeled chair. "I have more money than I can ever care to use, I have more power than all but one person on this planet, and I have nearly all the free time I could want." She pressed her heel against his crotch, not to hurt him, but to rile him up. "You should feel grateful that I'm choosing to spend so much time with you."

"Grateful?!" Arashi turned bright red as he felt his blood get hot with anger. "I should be grateful I have a psychic shrimp stalking me every day?!"

Raising an eyebrow, Tatsumaki chuckled. "You say one thing, yet your lower half is saying something else." The Esper raised a finger and Arashi's belt zoomed off his pants, causing them to descend and show his boxers that contained his growing bulge. "Huh. You know, even though I went through your underwear drawer I still think you're a briefs kind of guy."

"Stop that!" Arashi looked at the door Tatsumaki never bothered to close with a panicked expression as he struggled to put his pants back on. "You're going to get me fired!"

"Oh don't worry. I could just buy the company myself and hire you back. Would you like that?" Tatsumaki stopped toying with the man, crossing her legs and leaning back on his desk as he scrambled to put his belt back on. "How'd you like to have me as your boss?"

'I think I'd choose to go to a soup line…' thought Arashi, though he was still scared that she could read his mind. The thought of the stupid sexy Esper as his boss made his blood turn cold. "Listen, I...I need to go. My boss has a meeting and I need to give him my test data. You might not care about my job but I still take it seriously."

"Heh, why not just quit then? Go be a hero. Oh I can see it now…" She waved her hand mockingly. "The legendary hero: Worker Drone!"

While she laughed at her own joke Arashi made his way out of the office red faced with impotent rage and embarrassment. Who knows, maybe his boss would have a stroke and say that they should not work with the biggest paying client they ever had… "I'm going to be stuck with her until I retire, aren't I?" Maybe she'd get bored of him in a few weeks? That was the only solace he had as he entered his boss' personal office again.

It was the usual back and forth they've had since Tatsumaki decided to torture him sign on to their firm. Arashi did his best to not let on that the Esper wasn't giving any help to their marketing campaign. He gave his boss his notes and the results of their focus tests while the man sat at his desk, his back to the skyrise they had on their rented space on the 30th floor.

Something appeared in the window behind his boss and Arashi had to do a double take while almost choking on his drink.

There, floating in the air in front of the window, was Tatsumaki. That she was floating right in front of him wasn't the problem. It was that fact that the Heroine floating in front of the window was completely naked. Not caring that she was buck naked in broad daylight, Tatsumaki pulled her leg up and showed her flexibility as she did a perfect vertical split. Just to really make him squirm in front of his boss, the greenette turned around and pressed her bare ass against the glass. Smiling at the absolutely baffled office worker, the Esper held up a small sheet of paper and pressed it against the glass while she rubbed her buns into the window.

"Roof. Five Minutes."

"Huh?" Noting that his employee was looking behind him, Arashi's boss turned around but Tatsumaki floated upward before she could be seen. "What's wrong, Arashi? Not another monster attack, I hope?"

"N-nothing…" The dark-haired man felt sweat run down his back and he looked up at the clock. "Um…boss, if you don't have anything else for me then I'll take my leave. I um…need to get back with my client."

"Sure. Also if you keep sweating like you have been the past few days you might want to consider seeing a doctor. I understand you're nervous about your client but she's certainly taken a shine to you."

"So I see…" Turning away from his boss, Arashi left the room and headed for the elevators. He pounded the buttons over and over as he was waiting for any of the four doors to open, but they all were stuck on the same floor: 69. Meaning that the only way the marketer could make his way up the 80 story building would be the stairs… "Fuck me."

Rushing up the flights, the man hadn't done this since the fire drill months ago, and that was going down the building. While the advertiser wasn't exactly out of shape, he certainly didn't have the skill to climb so many stairs at once. By the 45th floor, he was already panting and pulling off his jacket and tie. On the 60th, he was covered in sweat but he still hadn't passed by anyone else taking the stairs. When he finally reached the door to the roof, Arashi was drenched in sweat and panting like a dog, having undone his buttoned shirt a long while ago and revealing his tank top beneath it.

On the roof that was mostly bare outside of ventilation and power boxes, the young man nearly collapsed from exhaustion. Yet he looked around and found himself alone on the windy rooftop. There wasn't a single hint of Tatsumaki ever being up there. 'So she was fucking with me, and I fell for it, again.' He was panting too hard to voice his self battering complaints that he fell for such a stupid trick from the green haired sadist.

Falling back onto the floor of the roof, Arashi looked to the clouds and cursed his rotten luck at having met such a vile woman. "Can't believe…she tricked me…"

"I did what now?"

A shadow loomed over him. Looking up, he found Tatsumaki floating over him again. However, she had her black dress back on and even had a cup of iced coffee and a donut in her hands. "Wow, you should really work on your cardio. You took like thirty minutes to get up here. I got so tired of waiting I went and got a cup of coffee." She sized up his sweat covered and panting form. "But I think you might need this more than I do." The cup drifted away from her hand and onto the floor beside him.

Arashi didn't even have the strength to muster a retort. He merely picked up the cup of coffee and mumbled a thank you before he downed half of it in one go. "I would have…been here faster if the elevators hadn't stopped working."

"Oh yes, such a shame. I wonder how every elevator suddenly stopped going up and down. It's such a mystery that they were down for only four minutes." She over acted her response as a piece of her donut flew into her mouth.

"WHAT?!"

The evil smirk on her face returned. "Oh but it was so cute to see you run up here as fast as you can. I wonder why you were so desperate to see me? I wasn't going to punish you for being late, and you had all the ability in the world to just stay in your meeting."

"...WHAT?!"

"Oh but you were trying so hard to get up here. You were like a dog that was chasing after his bone so desperately." She waved her hand at him while she took another bite of her food.

Arashi wanted to scream. Honestly he was half-tempted to jump off the roof and let his suffering end but he knew Tatsumaki would just catch him with her powers and plant him back onto the rooftop. "Rghhh! You…" The dark haired man picked himself up and was annoyed at both Tatsumaki and himself.

"Now, now, stop complaining. Like I said I wasn't going to punish you or anything. But since you've finally stopped panting to death, the fun can begin." Just by lifting her hands over her head, Tatsumaki's dress flew off her body and folded itself neatly onto a nearby metal box.

"So, are you going to keep complaining about your own impatience and physical ineptitude, or are you going to have some fun?" The naked woman rose to his eye-level before going a few inches higher and putting her bare chest directly in front of his face.

"I see all your growth went into your ass," he said teasingly as he noted her small breasts. In response, the naked Heroine shot the last of her donut into his mouth and glared at him. "Ey tink itz bigga dan yur ego." He continued to talk as he ate.

"Which one of us has the psychic powers again, Worker Drone?" Tatsumaki traced his chin with a slender finger while her body glowed green again. Arashi's clothes were swiftly removed by her psychic powers, the sweaty garments sloppily tossed across the roof and leaving the man stark naked. "Oh that's right. Me."

Swallowing the sugary treat, Arashi spoke clearly. "You're also the biggest pervert." This time the young man kept the powerful hero from complaining by putting one hand along her chest and the other down her thigh. Her breasts weren't as flat as all her pictures made it out to be, using one hand, he was able to sink his fingers into her softness while her other one was kissed and sucked.

It was a strange experience for Tatsumaki to have someone focus on her breasts, but more than fun enough to keep herself from telling the man that he's the perverted one, at least until their fun was over.

Floating higher than normal, Tatsumaki could feel his erection poking between her legs and knew exactly what he was craving for. Trapping his large member between her own impressive thighs, she felt his moans echo through his mouth. Moving her hips back and forth, his own cries grew louder and louder.

The softness of Tatsumaki's thick thighs spurred on Arashi. His hand reached around to squeeze the Esper's plump ass, his fingers digging into her soft cheeks. His lips sucked on Tatsumaki's nipple harder before he gently nibbled on it, giving her neglected tit the same treatment.

The perverted duo continued on like this for several minutes. Touching and caressing the other's body as they strived to please the other. Soon enough, Arashi couldn't stop himself as he came, spurting cum past the surprisingly sensual psychic's mile long legs and staining the roof.

Tatsumaki pulled back and took a deep breath, trying hard not to show just how much she was close to falling apart. Feeling his shaft rub against her pink folds over and over again got her hot and bothered. It was bad enough she made a fool of herself while he was drunk; there was no way she'd show how much he was getting to her sober. "I guess I'll leave you to clean up after yourself." Despite the heat she was feeling and the sweat and wetness on her body, the green haired woman pulled back her dress and slid it over her body, feeling it cling to her and somehow showing off her body even more than it did before. She turned away so that Arashi couldn't see her red face and she started to float away from him. "Sheesh, I need a cold shower bad…" she mumbled to herself.

"Wait what?!" The younger man cried out to the woman that swiftly drifted off the roof. "Clean up with what?!" His cries went unanswered as Tatsumaki left the naked man alone on the top of the skyscraper. He watched her become a fading dot in the distance and turned around…and cursed when he saw that his clothes had been strewn about. "Dammit!"grumbling under his breath, the office worker collected his belongings, but by the time he finished grabbing everything he could see, that still wasn't everything. "Where the hell did my underwear go?" A thought crossed his mind and he felt a tick on his forehead.

"That…goddamn…pervert!"

Tatsumaki floated among the clouds like a leaf in the wind. Passing through the heart of one large fluffy cloud, she stripped out of her dress for a moment and let her garment hang in the air while she coalesced the water particles in the cloud to form small streams of cold water, washing herself off from his stink. "Ugh. Much better." She floated out of the cloud and let the sunshine and high wind dry her off before slipping back into her dress.

Floating back down, she started to head home when she saw something coming towards her. "Huh?" Her answer was given when a pair of black boxers flew right into her face. Instantly recognizing who they belonged to, Tatsumaki's forehead nerve twitched.

"That…goddamn…pervert…"

Four Days Later…

Collecting the files and papers he had been analyzing after the rapid testing they did for Tatsumaki's brand image, Arashi was triple checking every piece of information and looked so high strung that he'd snap at any moment.

Meanwhile, lazing about on the couch she'd ordered to be placed in his office, the woman in question was reading a magazine while chips would psychically fly into her mouth every now and then. "It might do you some good to calm down for a moment, you look like you're about to explode." She didn't look away from her magazine as she spoke, flipping a page.

"That's easy for you to say, but this is the biggest presentation of my entire career. I can't let there be a single mistake or I'm done for." He held up one of the manila envelopes in his hand and glared at her. "And it would go just the tiniest bit smoother if I had some actual help from my client rather than just sitting there eating my lunch!"

"Wait, chips was your lunch? That's just sad." She stifled a laugh

Arashi fought the now familiar urge to yank at his hair. "This is the fastest my company has ever tried to push out someone's image. After Amai Mask signed on to one of our rivals, we've not been able to match their earnings or growth. So it'd be really great if you stopped criticizing the guy you hired!"

"I keep telling you that I only did it to mess with you." She crossed her arms and the magazine floated in front of her.

"And I'm telling you that I'm still going to do my job." He sighed. "Look, the meeting with my boss, and my boss' boss, and my boss' boss' boss is going to happen in the next few minutes about how we can push your image forward and how we can help you create a brand and make deals." He finished collecting his things and walked to the door of his office. "So it'd be great if you just show up, and pay attention to all this stuff I worked on with everyone on my team." He didn't bother turning back to look at her, she was probably still just eating his food and reading her gossip without a care in the world.

Walking into the conference room, Arashi straightened his tie that felt like it could be a noose around his neck. Everyone who mattered to the bottom line of the company was here, and he was desperately trying to choke down the fear and anxiety that washed over him.

Putting everything together, the dark haired man was too preoccupied with his final once over to notice the chatter in the room had died down as the door opened once more. Nodding his head at what he saw, Arashi grabbed his copies and handed them down the long table.

When he looked up, his eyes went wide and his body became stiff when he saw Tatsumaki seated at the head of the table. The greenette smiled at her Worker Drone, opening the folder filled with the culmination of all their data. "Well, Arashi?" she asked, using his name for the first time, though it didn't give the man any comfort. "We're waiting."

"Th-thank you…" Arashi quickly turned away towards the projector he had turned on and did his best to swallow the lump in his throat. Instead of comfort, seeing Tatsumaki actually show up only made him feel even more terrified.'Okay, maybe I got through to her? Still, it feels weird that she actually showed up.' He took a deep breath before he faced everyone. 'Man I picked a bad time to stop drinking…'

"Thank you for coming, everyone," he started, putting on his bravest face. "As you are all well aware, our advertising firm has signed on with the Number Two in the Hero Association." He gestured to Tatsumaki, and everyone looked warily towards her. "We've been doing focus tests on how to market and-"

Arashi suddenly stopped. As he leaned forward to grab a demographics chart, he felt something odd in his pants.

The feeling only lasted a second and he shrugged it off. "-our focus tests have determined the best market for our advertising goal."

While everyone looked into their files at the graphs presented, Arashi opened his mouth to continue when he stopped dead in his tracks again. This time he was certain he felt something in his pants that left just as quickly as it came.

He glanced over at Tatsumaki, who was giving him an innocent look before glancing down at the graphs. "While our initial tests showed that Miss Tatsumaki didn't market well to a male demographic, she resonates well for female demographics. Especially those from eight to fifteen, with other age groups not far behind."

"I get it, so you want to put me as a face for products used by young girls who're growing up?" Arashi was surprised to hear Tatsumaki actually speak up.

"Um, yes, as well you can market towards a slightly older audience with make-ups and hair care products." Arashi's mouth was dry as a desert as he spoke. He didn't think he'd be going off script so soon.

"Huh, you really are good at your job." While the other executives looked somewhat insulted at her statement, Arashi actually felt a sense of pride from her words. Was that the first time she ever complimented him?

Continuing, the young man felt steadier now and kept his presentation strong; answering the questions that he was served without any effort, and feeling a small sense of joy when Tatsumaki continued to speak up and actually involve herself in this project.

Gesturing to the staffer at the back of the room, the lights dimmed and the digital projector turned on. "We were able to get some concepts done for advertisements of companies that are giving us blank checks to have Tatsumaki be associated with their brand." Everyone's attention went to the video and Arashi gained a few seconds of peace.

'This is going even better than I hoped! Maybe Tatsumaki will actually be a help and-' That thought died in the span of a second when that feeling in his pants returned stronger than ever. He knew what it was. It felt like…

…like a hand stroking him.

His head snapped downwards and saw nothing. But just because he couldn't see it didn't mean he didn't feel it. He could quite clearly feel fingers wrap around his manhood and work him to hardness. Arashi glanced over at Tatsumaki. Even in the dark, her mischievous smirk was as plain as day, coupled with the soft glow of her eyes which signaled her powers in use. One of her hands was on the table but the other was below it. And unbeknownst to Arashi's boss and the other suits in the room, her hand beneath the table was curled and slowly making a stroking gesture.

Arashi's ears burned when he realized what Tatsumaki was here for, not to help him but just to screw with him even more. He couldn't stop his body from enjoying her psychic touch. Even when he tried to press his hand against it to stop it, the touch still traveled up and down his hardening length without issue.

If everyone's attention wasn't focused on the video playing in the darkened room, then the tent pitched inside of his pants would have been visible for all to see. And what was worse, that video was going to be ending in just a few more seconds.

Grabbing the file he had, Arashi stood it up and held it against the table, somehow keeping everyone there completely unaware as they looked to him for his commentary after the proto-ad ended.

Opening and closing his mouth, no one could see the red flush over his face as the psychic hand wasn't stopping or even slowing down. "Whu-we-yo- I um-" His brain was unable to piece his words together as another ethereal hand started to grip his length and have its fun with his body. "Ne-xt." He managed to choke out a response and change everyone's attention once more.

The psychic hand that had been pleasuring him traveled down to his balls. Arashi's face twisted from fighting the pleasure and his legs started to shake. He so desperately wished that Tatsumaki hadn't taken the last chair. He looked at the clock and did his best to steel himself against the unwanted pleasure. If he could just endure it quietly…

While Tatsumaki wasn't a telepath, she could certainly assume what Arashi was thinking and her smile grew wider. Her hand beneath the table gingerly worked its magic, fondling him sensually. Arashi could only stand there in the dark suffering from the psychic pervert's ministrations.

He wasn't even aware that all the videos had played through and the lights came back on again. Arashi mumbled a curse when he realized that his face was red and everyone's focus was back on him. "Now, uh…as you can see…"

The stroking around his cock grew faster.

Sputtering like a fool, Arashi glanced over at Tatsumaki who just sat innocently in her chair. His pleasure was reaching its peak, and he didn't have any way out. His throat was dry and constricting as the pressure he felt was slamming in opposition to the pleasure coursing through his body.

"I see, so it's bringing in cross promotion for the Hero Association itself." The eyes turned to the Esper in the room. "While it's quite bold to try and ask other high class heroes for collaboration, it certainly is bold and interesting." One of her hands was still moving back and forth in her terribly blissful psy-job, she brought her other hand to cover her mouth, appearing to be in thought when in reality the woman pushed her tongue forward and moved it up and down, Arashi nearly keeling over as he felt the sensation of her phantom tongue press against his slit.

The file in his hand was utterly crumpled as Arashi couldn't control himself with his climax making his head go blank. A hot wetness filled his pants and it was a good thing nobody noticed his shameful expression.

"I like it. I can't wait to see how this all goes in the next meeting," Tatsumaki said with a smile that the man could see her true evil behind.

"Excuse me." Arashi told the room as he shuffled away from them, still having the files in a deathgrip in front of him while he awkwardly exited the door.

Everyone else was confused at the weirdness the boy started to exhibit at the end of the presentation, but Tatsumaki just picked herself up and floated out of the room, lazily going after the drone. "You'll have to excuse him. He's been under a lot of pressure," she told everyone before drifting out the doorway.

It was quite easy to catch up with the man, given his awkward trot he was doing back to his office. Tatsumaki just stifled a giggle as he attempted to glare at her, the most powerful woman in the world finding it to be just adorable. Deciding to throw him the smallest of bones. Tatsumaki opened the door to his office and closed the door as she followed in behind him.

"I…should…strangle you…" Arashi seethed, spinning around and looking like he was about to choke the Esper.

"What's the matter? You said that these meetings are su~per important so I came in to back you up. Come on, don't tell me my presence in the room didn't keep you…comforted…" The grin on her face was threatening to split it in two.

"You…evil…vile…wicked…"

"Oh please, if I were so evil, would I do this?" Her hand flicked and Arashi's belt went flying again, his pants descending to reveal his messy cock. "Well, maybe just a little…"

Tatsumaki knelt down in front of him. At first Arashi thought she was going to suck him off or give him another handjob but instead her eyes gained their soft glow once again. The witch grabbing the globs of cum that was smattered over his crotch with her psychic powers and brought them to her open mouth. Giving the man a show of a lifetime as he bared witness to the prideful woman eating his seed.

She made a show of it, taking some as drops at a time, and letting others smear white over the pretty pink tongue. Swallowing the last of his cum, Tatsumaki wiped her lips with her sleeve and stood up. "Well, that was enjoyable." She pulled his pants back on and his belt zipped back into place. "Anyway, I'm out of here for today, Drone. Enjoy the rest of your day as a wage-slave." She headed for the door but stopped before opening it. "Oh, one more thing…" she continued while her back was to him. "If you ever want me to stop, just say please. Although…" She turned her head and grinned at him. "I get the feeling you never will tell me to stop."

Tatsumaki left, closing the door behind her. Arashi sank back into his chair and put his head in his hands. "God, you must really hate me…"

To be continued