Saitama Shirtless Novels & Stories

His heart was racing as the steps were coming closer and closer then finally he saw someone he never thought could do this. "Surprise! Surprise! How was your nap doll face?" Satanika asked as she folded her hands. Satanika wore a back tank top with a black sweater on top, black miniskirt with black net stockings and black sneakers. She packed her hair pony with a part of her hair sticking out in the front and added black and purple streak ribbons to her hair. "You! You're the killer?" He asked as his eyes widened. Satanika took the chair that is facing him and laid on it.

This is a ALL BOYS SCHOOL and that man is my personal trainer. Yuuki Toshita and me? Hajimemaste! Watashiwa Siege Ayato desu. ---

He gave a slight nod my way. Aoki Goto was of the opposite gender. She was also the one that led us into the room. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt and oversized sweatpants. She didn't dress to impress anyone. Most shapeshifters were like that. She had the same features as him. She had straight dark hair as well as lacked color in her eyes. Something I noticed thanks to her lacking any layers in her hair. She lacked style compared to her mate but she made up for it with a welcoming smile. She was plain and had nothing appealing to her as far as I could see. Her figure lacked curves.

What they saw nearly sent them to heaven. Sakura was in her pajamas of cotton sleep shirt and shorts. The buttons of the shirt were mostly undone from the top to midway down her chest, thus showing off her lovely flesh beneath. Since her shirt was quite long, the hem reaching down to just above her thighs, it looked as though she wasn’t wearing any shorts, thus showing off her lovely bare, long, slender legs. Not to mention her hair was a mess, her skin petal white, her lips red, her cheeks tinged a rosy color, and her eyes were wild and large as she gazed at them.

“I wonder if you’ve improved at all.” “Enough talk,” Damon replied, already reaching for the hem of his shirt. He pulled it over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it aside. His torso was lean but muscular, marked with a few scars from previous battles. I’d seen him shirtless plenty of times over the years, but it was still an impressive sight. Not to be outdone, Andrei removed his shirt as well, letting it drop to the ground at his feet. My mouth went dry as, unbidden, thoughts of seeing him completely nude with his cock inside of me just days ago flitted through my mind.

I’m not kidding. Then I zoomed in on another picture and paused. His shirt looked… wrong? Like, off. I looked up and— My brain short-circuited. He was shirtless. Standing there in front of everyone, abs glistening like they’d been painted on, tattoos crawling across his chest and arm — a massive bird spreading its wings like it could fly off his skin. I forgot to breathe. And then people started screaming. Phones came up, girls pushed forward, and I was right there with them.

Strong hands shot out and grabbed my waist, keeping me from falling, and Cassian raised an eyebrow at me when he saw the shirt in my hand. I gave him a sheepish smile and stepped backwards and — HOLY SHIT! How had I not noticed this before?! The man was shirtless! And not just shirtless. He was sweaty and breathing deeply. His hair was slicked away from his face, the ends curling slightly from the dampness, and his muscles seemed to be bulging more than normal. "Um...hey." My voice sounded hoarse and high-pitched at the same time, and I coughed, my ears hot with embarrassment. "I mean... Hi. Good morning. Um... I didn't see you there. I mean..."

And then he's up, pulling his shirt over his head, and I lose my train of thought completely, which at this exact tactical moment is unforgivable and also entirely his fault. "What are you doing?" "What's it look like?" He tosses the shirt at my face. It smells like him. My concentration files for divorce. "Regulation attire. You can't sumo a guy in a shirt, it's disrespectful." "It's a monster." "It's a traditionalist." He plants himself at the waterline, feet wide, slaps both his own thighs, and points at the kappa. "Hey. Gerald. You and me. Wrestle." The change is instant.

A scientific and analytical blue Slayer like Sasha. “You’ve seen her,” she said, “haven’t you?” He nodded grimly. “On Star Festival Day, I wore my Type B Wani Academy uniform, which was comfortable and good for gym activities, minus the mask. My honmei choco and formal clothes for the dance were inside a rucksack slung on my shoulders.” Aki was suddenly gripped by a fond memory of Sasha that day in the Imperial Treasure Vault. She smiled at the wild, hysterical thought of him looking like a “ninja turtle”. She fought down the giggles because of Sasha’s currently somber face.

Brian who I never expected to still be in the room turned my way and a word was blurted out from his mouth "Gorgeous" I just shook my head and was about to enter the walk-in closet when I remembered that nothing was inside, I looked at Brian and noticed that he was no longer shirtless, a white shirt complimented the black pants he was wearing, and an expensive black belt in place with office black shoe. He looked like a handsome young man going for an interview, and no matter how his white office shirt covered his body it still couldn't hide the outline of his hot body, I shook the thoughts out of my head "Can you leave, please? I wanna change" I said.