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  Saitama stared at the page he was trying to read, only able to see the shakey pictures, unable to focus on the dialogue. He tilted his head to see Genos pumping furiously between his legs with loud moans and grunts... it was quite distracting, the movement and sounds, especially when he was trying to read.

Saitama sighed, throwing his head back with a groan. But the sounds weren't in pleasure— it was in frustration at not being able to read the most interesting part of the chapter. And it seems that the cyborg didn't notice, too focused on assumedly trying to hump the life out of Saitama...

"I.... I'm about to...!" Genos's breath hitched, rocking Saitama even faster in a desperate attempt for more pleasure and eventually release. The bald man didn't even know what he had down there, how could he even...–? Well, it's probably better not to question it.

"Hey, can you stop shaking me so much please?" Saitama asked calmly, staring at Genos, who didn't bother stopping, too lost in thought while releasing a drawn-out groan.

"I can't read my manga..." Saitama whined loudly, looking back at the page, the book shaking too much to read in his hands.

Genos slowed down, taking notice of his teacher's tone. "W...what?!" Genos's eyes widened. "I'm so sorry sensei!" The blond kowtowed, bowing his head whilst grabbing Saitama's knees and moving them down, just so the man could better see him.

Genos panted heavily, out of breath as he continuously apologized to Saitama, who has already returned to reading his manga, blank-faced, as if nothing had happened.

"Jeez— it's alright Genos...calm down." Saitama patted the blond on his metal shoulder, the metal clanking with loud thuds at the unintentional force. "Just not right now..." Saitama smiled, returning to his reading session just after promptly ending Genos's humping session.

"And also... Maybe not as loud, we have neighbors now." Saitama raised his eyebrows, flipping to a new page.

Genos remained red-faced, looking as if he were thinking about something.

He was unable to forget how only hours ago, Saitama wasn't even phased by the sheer force of Genos's punch, despite the blond having upgraded to the newest and strongest parts Dr. Kuseno had in stock.

He's never going to be anywhere near his teacher's strength level, is he? A pang of disappointment shot through his mostly robotic body.

"You have something on your mind, Genos?" Saitama diverted from his manga, an expression of concern on his plain face.

Genos jolted, shaking his head quickly. "Nothing of importance, sensei!" Genos shouted. "Please, return to your reading!" The cyborg stood up, stern.

"Huh—?" Saitama looked confused for a few seconds. "Ah, robot blue balls, right? Sorry about that..." Saitama made a finger gun, tilting his head with a smile, still nonchalant as ever. Genos exhaled, nodding his head in agreement, even though that wasn't the full case.