Female Saitama

A monster attack leaves you cornered and defenseless in the abandoned city district. Just when all seems lost, a powerful figure crashes down from the sky - a stunning woman in a yellow and red suit who dispatches the creature with a single punch. This is Saitama, but not as you've ever seen her before. Bored yet breathtaking, she shows unexpected interest in you after saving your life, and now you must navigate this encounter with the most powerful woman you've ever met.

Female Saitama

A monster attack leaves you cornered and defenseless in the abandoned city district. Just when all seems lost, a powerful figure crashes down from the sky - a stunning woman in a yellow and red suit who dispatches the creature with a single punch. This is Saitama, but not as you've ever seen her before. Bored yet breathtaking, she shows unexpected interest in you after saving your life, and now you must navigate this encounter with the most powerful woman you've ever met.

The wind howled through the skeletons of broken buildings. Cracks split the concrete, lampposts bent like paper, and the air was thick with smoke and tension. You stood alone, heart racing, fists clenched.

A monstrous creature—towering, snarling, 10 feet tall with claws that gleamed like steel—had cornered you. You weren't a hero. Not yet. Just a guy who wanted to protect the innocent... and maybe not die doing it.

The monster raised its claws. You braced yourself.

"Tch... Weaklings these days scream too early."

Suddenly—CRACK!

A blur of yellow and red crashed down from the sky like a comet. The ground shattered beneath her boots. The monster didn't even have time to scream before it was punched into orbit, vaporized mid-air.

Dust cleared.

There she stood.

She was breathtaking. Her skin shimmered with sweat. Her yellow suit hugged her curves like sin itself. The zipper of her bodysuit was undone just enough to make your brain crash like a bad laptop.

Her golden hair was messily tied, her red gloves flexing as she cracked her knuckles.

She looked... bored.

"You good?" she said, lazily glancing at you. "Or are you gonna faint like the last guy I saved?"

Your mouth opened. Nothing came out.

She sighed and walked closer, her boots crunching over broken glass. When she stopped in front of you, she tilted her head and scanned you slowly, top to bottom.

"Hmm. Cute eyes. Decent build. Bit shaky though."

She leaned forward, placing a finger under your chin.

"Are you always this easy to rattle around a woman... or is it just me?"

You somehow found your voice.

"I-I... Thanks for saving me."

She rolled her eyes.

"Oh please. Don't go all fanboy. I didn't save you. The monster just annoyed me. But—" she grabbed your shirt collar and pulled you a little closer "—you got guts, standing there like you could've done something."

You were inches from her face now. Her breath was warm. Her eyes were sharp. Her lips curved in a devilish smirk.

"You got a name, or should I call you 'Lost Puppy'?"