B-class rank 1 maid for a day

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How does it feel to become a spectator in the demise of a plan of one’s own crafting? To be close to victory, almost tasting it, just to have that sweet prize taken away by the least expected factor. The security of having an undeniable triumph turned to despair in seconds. The embodiment of that impotence glared with furious green eyes at the factor she did not have into account.
“This isn’t how it was supposed to happen” Complained internally a stoic raven-haired woman of mesmerizing beauty. She tried to emanate firmness. She was a leader, as such, she had to be as cold as her name: Blizzard of Hell, who ruled the homonymous group despite it had just having taken a fatal blow to their pride. “Saitama had to come alone to my challenge, where do all this S-class heroes come from?”
The capped baldy she wanted to subjugate inside of her group’s ranks spoke nonchalantly to the bizarre array of characters he had brought along. This made no sense, a B-class hero in the lowest place at the charts should not mingle with those powerhouses: the respected legend Master Bang, the quickly uprising Genos and even the strongest man on earth, King. It was just ludicrous!
“But I almost beat them!” Thought Blizzard bitterly. Knowing Saitama’s unnatural strength a face to face combat was out of the question. And she was right, until King stepped forward in the ‘scuffle’ singlehandedly taking care of all of his contestants of choice. She bit her lips due to her impotence. What did that hairless man had that he always was ahead of hers. At this rate she would never had him being a member of Blizzard’s group.
Nevertheless, that would be the last of her preoccupations. Two burning furnaces within an abyss of pitch black darkness pierced her.
“Miss Blizzard, my master is a busy man. I hope you haven’t forgotten your promise to him” Said Genos in a polite but threatening tone. He was not asking for her opinion, or her sympathy. He was stating a piece of information that was fundamental to him: his loyalty to Saitama was undeniable. What would be the cause of it? How could an S-Class hero like him associate with the infamous fraud of a hero the scruffy-looking man was?
Another thought she had to cast aside. The cyborg demanded an answer, her instincts of heroine told her to be wary of his deadly aura.
“Genos, calm down, we won fair and square. Thanks mostly to King” Said Saitama patting the hot-blooded metallic youngster’s shoulder and giving an approval nod to the tallest man in the room. The living legend stood in silence. “Blizzard is a good person after all, she won’t forget…”.
“I won’t run away” Interrupted the woman, who would not tolerate Saitama looking down on her. Standing on her feet, her boots clicked; a thunderous sound in the silent room that rose discipline among her underlings “Even if I thought I would win this challenge, I was wrong” She left go a long sigh “The loser must do anything the winner says…” She spat hiding the rage.

The out of the ordinary quartet of heroes stared at each other, and then they all turned to Saitama.
“What? Why are looking at me?” Said the one with the shining bald head.
“You are our leader” Replied Genos solemnly.
“I wouldn’t go as far. But I reckon you are the one who was issued the challenge” Assorted Bang “Hence, you should decide” Said the elder man patting his aching back with his fist.
“That might be true” Agreed Saitama “But we couldn’t have won without King” The man bearing three parallel lines of a scar on his face glanced at his companion. He gave a quick look at Blizzard right after, to state quietly.
“I…” He paused “Don’t have anything special in mind”.
Saitama observed at his partners looking for guidance, he merely received equal glances that shared his confusion.
“Well, then… Let’s think about something that benefits all of us”.

Blizzard crossed her lean arms over chest, sat elegantly on a chair, with her legs also crossed. She tapped her forearm with fingers ended in sharp nails. She was losing her patience. What took those buffoons so long? It was bad already to know she would be forced to perform all kind of denigrating tasks and whatnots. To wait for her sentence to fall was infuriating. She pretended to remain stoic despite her ears catching the most non-reassuring ideas.
“She should do something that makes her never forget not to waste your time again, master” Said Genos decisively.
“What about just a dinner in a fancy restaurant?” Declared Saitama undecided.
“Maybe age has made this old man a bit egoist, but I wouldn’t mind this lady and her lapdogs joining my dojo, if only for a week” Commented Master Bang.
“…” King did not say anything, but threw a glare at the woman that made her tremble. Perhaps she had angered the famous hero and he was plotting some kind of cruel vengeance.

After minutes of hard deliberation, the group turned towards Blizzard and her followers.
“We couldn’t decide” Explained Saitama “So we wrote our ideas in papers” He turned to Genos “Sorry for the delay, we had to convince him not to write ‘whatever Master Saitama wants’ and think about some idea of his own”
“I have no special interest on this woman” Said Genos, defensively.
“Anyway” Continued Saitama opening his fist where four folded pieces of paper were stored “Pick one and we’ll see what happens”.
Reluctantly, the woman did as told. Knowing she was the centre of attention did not help her nervousness. A trembling hand picked one paper. She unfolded it upon the attentive stare of countless eyes.

“This has to be a joke” She said flapping a note that read ‘maid for a day, no powers’ written with impeccable calligraphy. The woman glared those four men in search of sings of guilt. She found nothing. However wrote that must have really had a bone to pick with her.
“If you look at it on the bright side” Said Master Bang in that soothing tone of his “This experience could prove useful for you. When was the last time you didn’t resort to your esper power for tasks a normal person can do daily?”
“Genos, where are you going?” Asked Saitama, who saw his pupil leaving the room “To perform some research. If she has to be our maid for a day she must do it properly” Blizzard did not like the way Genos talked about her, as if she was not really there.
King straightened his tall body before stating on his grave voice.
“I won’t need a maid” He said before leaving.
“I have to agree” Added Master Bang “Just one day under Saitama’s supervision will be enough of a humbling experience” He followed his fellow S-Class hero towards the exist.
“I guess we’ll see again tomorrow?” Asked Saitama scratching his head. He suddenly felt uncomfortable at the piercing glare Blizzard aimed at him.
“Fine! I won’t go back at my word, even if it’s for something this stupid!” Said the black-haired woman before instigating her followers to accompany her.
Saitama was left alone with his thoughts.
“I wonder who wrote that idea…” He whispered to himself “Maid? That reminds me I should return that dating sim I borrowed from King the other day”.

“Is the tea of your liking…” Asked an embarrassed Blizzard “…Master?” Words were an odyssey for her to utter. The whole situation was more than she could handle: from the lewd attire designed by a fetishist, to the attitude she was forced to follow. It was incredibly unnerving. She felt ridiculous in a white and black French maid dress, with wristbands, a tiara, apron, white silk stockings held by provocative garter belts and an uncomfortably short skirt.
“I’m not like my sister” She thought “I don’t like showing more skin than I should! Gosh, this is so humiliating!” She had to fight with her balance to hold a tray in her trembling hands with tea and snacks, while making sure her lacking skirt would not give way to areas of her body no eyes were allowed to see by accident.
Saitama, displaying an obnoxiousness that Blizzard was starting to believe was innate of him, took his eyes away from the comic he was reading. The tome was a western cartoon-themed book, peculiar to say the least. They exchanged glances; the woman knew he was in a similar situation as hers, doing his best to be polite and not to look at her as a mere object. Something hard considering the suit she wore was designed with that idea in mind. Not to mention that, once her initial chores were done, Blizzard did not have anything special to do, save for staring at Saitama with a mixture of curiosity and scorn.
Unfortunately for the later this had taken place in no time at all. Since the maid for a day cleaned the house fairly quickly. It should be pointed out that Genos had already cleaned the day before. But Saitama thought better not to comment on that when seeing how diligently Blizzard used a feather duster on all of his belongings.
“Yeah, that’ll be fine” He said, accepting the appetizers she gave.
“Is there anything else the master would like?” Asked Blizzard feeling inhibited while delivering a clumsy bow. The man, sitting at the floor of the minuscule flat, looked at her in silence.
“Not really, you are doing a great job” He said smiling politely “Why don’t you take a break?” He looked to the sides “Now that Genos is outside you can give a rest to that maid acting”
The mention of the cyborg made a vein in the woman’s forehead grow. That young man was impossible to understand. He had no interest in her whatsoever. In fact, the only reason he would ever speak a word to Blizzard was because Saitama tagged along with her just fine. Even so, he was the most methodical of the two. Meaning he had appeared at her front-door that morning armed with the dress she was now wearing and a serious expression that left no place for rebuttals.
“Curse that robot” whispered the B-Class heroine. Her cheeks burned at the embarrassment of having had to change into the maid uniform and come dressed like that to Saitama’s apartment. In front all her lackeys as a whole! Could not that wait? She would have killed the cyborg should her powers allowed it.
“Sister wouldn’t have had any problem at all” She was overwhelmed by anger. It always came down to the same: her powerlessness. And, to add more salt to the wound, Genos had issued a series of directives that, according to him, any maid should follow: First, not to refuse any order from the master. Second, to make sure the master was well-treated. And third, to never speak if not prompted to.

That conversation seemed far away when Blizzard accepted Saitama’s suggestion and rested her long and tired body on the floor. Her torso rested over a book-shelf while she stretched her exhausted firm endless legs. She rotated her ankles and wriggled her toes, being happy of this rest. The woman sighed. It was almost noon, meaning her degrading ordeal was half way done. She was also thankful for Genos not being around. Earlier, it had been suggested she would have to prepare something to cook. However Saitama’s fridge was empty.
Her world crumbled that time. She would not live the embarrassment of having to walk on the street with that ridiculous outfit again! Her jade eyes confronted Genos, ready to start a fight if necessary, despite knowing she would lose all the same. But much to her fortune, Saitama had seen her hesitation and suggested the cyborg should go shopping instead.
“I’ve just avoided a bullet there” she thought. She studied Saitama in silence. Maybe he seemed a knucklehead but he could be considerate. She stretched her body further, enjoying the break.
“I should get back to work, at least the day will be done sooner if I’m busy” She thought, self-encouragingly.
Yet, those high spirits disappeared when she felt a strange sensation: her body would not move.
“What’s going on?!” She thought alarmed. A green aura surrounded her body, one she knew quite well. With great effort she scanned the room in search of the one behind her sudden paralysis; a hard objective for someone who was only able to move her mouth and eyes.
All out of sudden, the feather duster she had been using was surrounded by the same green glow and floated. A few feathers got separated, flying towards a destination that froze the blood in her veins: her immobile stocking-clad soles. Those feathers’ intentions were evident as they waved teasingly in the air, menacingly announcing how they wanted to stroke her soft feet. She gulped hard. Her suspicions had been confirmed: only one person knew she was ticklish, and only one person would take advantage of that with this kind of expertise at Psychic powers: her elder sister, Tornado of Terror.

The day had introduced itself with the prospect of infinite boredom. That was what the S-Class Rank 2 heroine Tornado of Terror had thought when she woke up, waiting for an assignment to be issued. But this? To see her little sister wearing that pervert suit was hilarious!
“Good thing I decided to follow the rumours!” Though the petite woman. Not having monsters to fight meant she had no duties for the day. Instead she decided to visit the sealed area at Z-city, where a fearful monster was said to dwell. What she saw was no monster, but her sister in a rather peculiar situation.
“To think someone would live inside of this utter mess of a neighbourhood” Though the powerful esper “But what is Blizzard doing here?” She had spied at the apartment by using her levitation powers and had to do her best not to laugh out loud. “Whatever. I’m bored, and that feather duster will give me some entertainment. Now to tease my little sister for a bit. I don’t know why you are dressed like that or why is the bald moron doing here, nothing good, that’s for sure. But I wonder how long you will last without laughing? Maybe you are a better maid than you are a heroine?” She thought mischievously as she made the feathers lightly caress and tease the sensitive skin of her sister’s body.

“What is that green aura?” Asked Saitama internally. Albeit he noticed an unexpected but all the same annoying green-haired rat flying outside of his flat “I don’t feel like dealing with the little girl. Sorry Blizzard, you deal with her and whatever she’s doing” Though the man trying to continue with his reading, despite of the curvaceous woman in the skimpy attire fighting against an urging smile in her face with all of her might.

Another one from the list done, just a lot more to go! This time we have a picture of Blizzard of Hell (AKA Fubuki) being teased by her sister Tornado of Terror (AKA Tatsumaki) after having lost a bet to Saitama (AKA Capped Baldy), all of them from that series nonody has ever heard about. This one has a nice story behind it. Becuase it's actually a gift for someone who wishes to remain anonymous. This is a very precious person to me, and the first of those close to me I've ever confessed my fetish to. After letting it out off my chest to someone. I offered this friend a request. Hoewever, since he doesn't really share this fetish, he respects it though, he didn't have any good idea for me to draw. Until he discovered "One Punch Man" and realised Fubuki was waifu material for him. And since he also likes maid outfits a lot: why not combine these two things? Here's the ressult.

All of the characters mentioned here are copyrighted by One and Musuke Murata.


-At first my pal took a while to decide what he wanted, more than a year, because he couldn't find a idea which wasn't horrible enough. And by this I mean he wanted to troll me into drawing things that would make the waifudactyl be adorable in comparisson!
-Just an hour after my bro told me this idea. Conversation that, by the way went like this:
Bro"I know what I want you to draw. Do you know about One Punch Man?"
Me"...Blizzard or Tornado?"
Bro"What? Why would I want Tornado? I'm no pedo!"
Me"She's actually 28 and older than Blizzard"
Bro"But still, Blizzard is the best girl"
Me"Go tell that to those who have only seen the anime"
Right one hour after this, a soon to be VIP commissioner of mine tells me privately that he wants to commission me a piece about OPM starring Tornado. It seems I'll be drawing the sisters all the same.
-If you don't understand what's the deal about the challenge in the story, go read the manga. I was as vague as I could there not to spoil the surprise to anybody.
-While colouring this, I realised the books were boring, so I tried to add lines. Didn't like the ressult, instead I wrote the names of those you were at the streaming. Maybe your name is there? Can you find it?
-I remember some people at the streaming asking about the reason for Blizzard wearing this maid outfit. I loved it when someone said, "is a reason even needed for a lady to wear one?"
-You might be wondering: what's the deal with the cover of the book? You see, my pal, who likes to annoy me, when he first heard Calvina's name, his initial reaction was to yell "CALVINA AND HOBBES!". I can play that game too...