Chapter 106: Wryyyyyyyyy——!!!
The meeting ended.
Aokiji led Psykos back to the villa area base through a secret passage, while also inspecting the progress of the construction.
Within the range of his Observation Haki, Fubuki was still sleeping peacefully.
A faint sense of trepidation lingered in Psykos's heart.
Looking at Aokiji's back as he walked leisurely ahead, she mustered her courage and spoke up:
"Lord Aokiji, I didn't mean to hide the flesh puppet technology from you."
"It's just that the continuous... activities these past few days gave me no chance to speak, and I forgot to mention it afterward."
Psykos looked at Aokiji cautiously.
The previous days and nights without rest, even with Mosquito Girl sharing the burden, had been truly terrifying.
It was like a forbidden addictive drug, a sensory experience that exceeded the limits of neural endurance.
It was both a form of torture and a brand.
"No need to explain, I am very tolerant," Aokiji said without looking back, continuing his walk.
"It's normal for subordinates to have their own ideals; you aren't my slaves."
Isn't that exactly what we are?
It wouldn't be an exaggeration at all to call me a sex slave, would it?!
Psykos complained inwardly, but she relaxed nonetheless.
"As long as you can provide value or make me happy, that's enough," Aokiji said.
Heat rose to her face.
Psykos hesitated for two seconds, preparing to kneel and tie her hair up.
Making him happy... that's what he meant, right?
However, Aokiji didn't stop and continued walking toward a specific area within the base.
Eh? Was that not it?
Psykos was confused, wondering if he wanted to try some new way of playing.
She followed closely behind, feeling bewildered.
Soon, Aokiji arrived at the destination area.
After the device on the alloy wall verified his identity,
a series of hundred-meter-high alloy doors swung open one by one.
A biting chill surged out from within.
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Bright light shone down from the ceiling, revealing the scene inside the alloy doors.
Numerous Monster ice sculptures were arranged in order according to their size and coolness.
"Pick a few to use as Materials for the flesh puppets," Aokiji said, pointing at the ice sculpture exhibits.
So it was serious business. Psykos breathed a secret sigh of relief.
Yet, a faint, inexplicable feeling sank in her heart.
Was it... disappointment?
Psykos trembled slightly, frightened by the change occurring within her.
Disappointment?! Have I gone mad?!!
Have I really become addicted to being toyed with?! Or is it some kind of Stockholm Syndrome?
Just because he forgave my concealment??
Psykos's thoughts were in a mess.
Finally, she forcibly suppressed these chaotic thoughts.
Business first!
She stepped into the massive cold storage room, the bone-chilling temperature helping her calm down slightly.
She selected several suitable bodies and handed them to Aokiji to thaw.
Then, she began to mix and blend the raw Materials to create a flesh puppet.
Because Aokiji was right there, Psykos didn't have much focus for fine-tuning and simply created a basic prototype.
The flesh puppet—one-eyed, obese, with many small hands growing on its head—Gyoro-Gyoro, was complete.
"Control it and say something," Aokiji commanded.
Psykos's Psychic Power fluctuations spread out.
She connected to the flesh puppet's body and began to control it.
The single eye slowly opened. It had no mouth, so she used her Psychic Power to control the internal structures to produce sound.
"Lord Aokiji."
The voice was completely different from Psykos's own mature female voice.
The sound emitted by Gyoro-Gyoro was a gravelly, magnetic male baritone.
Yet, it inexplicably conveyed a perverted feeling.
This is the one!
Satisfaction showed in Aokiji's eyes.
It really matches the voice acting from the anime!
The voice of the professional perverted character voice actor—Takehito Koyasu!
And he was also the voice actor for Aokiji.
Aokiji felt playful and said:
"Try saying 'wryyyyyyy'."
Psykos didn't understand, but she complied.
She controlled Gyoro-Gyoro to let out the same strange cry.
"W... wryyyyyyy——"
"Not frantic enough," Aokiji shook his head. "Give it more passion."
Restraining her sense of shame, Psykos tried again.
"Wryyyyyyyyyy——!!!"
"Not bad, it has that 'Femme Fatale' vibe now," Aokiji laughed.
"Try saying 'Muda Muda' next. Same feeling as before, but with more disdain and arrogance."
Could it be that when Lord Aokiji said he wanted to be happy, he meant using the flesh puppet to say these weird lines?
Psykos felt like she had become a toy, dressed up like a clown.
But what could she do? As a secretary, she had to step up when needed.
"Muda Muda muda——!!"
"Hahahaha——" Aokiji laughed like a child who could punch someone into dust... After having Gyoro-Gyoro replicate a few more famous lines...
"Continue fine-tuning the flesh puppet. Remember not to change this voice. I have other things to do."
Before leaving, Aokiji instructed again:
"When Fubuki wakes up, tell her that the next amplification has to wait until she's fully recovered. Don't let her go and start the device herself."
"Understood," Psykos nodded numbly.
At the same time, she didn't forget to control Gyoro-Gyoro to nod along.
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By a river in City Z.
"Ohhh, you're a hero, right!"
An uncle carrying a fishing rod and a bucket shouted happily.
"I remember you. You're called... 'The Dead-Eyed Caped Man Who Looks Weak But Is Surprisingly Strong,' right!"
"What kind of long-ass prefix is that, you bastard!" Saitama shouted unhappily. "It's just 'dead fish eyes caped hero'!"
Honestly, hearing this uncle say it,
even that terrible hero name started to sound a bit better.
At least it didn't have such a long prefix!
"Is that so? Maybe I remembered the online comments along with it," the fishing uncle said with an apologetic face.
Since he said that, he should apologize again.
Saitama stared at the uncle with his dead-fish eyes, speechless.
Only then did he remember why he had stopped the uncle and asked:
"So, why were you running so frantically just now?"
"Oh right, I almost forgot!" The fishing uncle was startled.
"I was just over there fishing. Since I'd only just arrived, I was still setting up. I started chatting with a young man fishing next to me. He said he'd been fishing at that spot for over a month and never caught a thing. He thought the place was a dud and was about to leave, and even tried to convince me to move with him..."
As Saitama listened to the fishing uncle's narration, he kept tapping his foot on the ground.
As the fishing uncle's rambling grew longer and longer,
the frequency of Saitama's foot tapping also became faster and faster.
Until the uncle's topic shifted to bragging about a big fish he'd caught once.
Saitama couldn't take it anymore and shouted with a flushed face:
"Condense it to under twenty words for me!!"
"Big fish hooked, guy laughed and jumped in, came out a Monster."
At the end, the fishing uncle even lifted his bucket of fish and subconsciously added:
"Total catch: Zero!"