The afternoon sun slanted through the half-open shutters, painting golden stripes across the tangled pile of naked bodies on the wide futon.
Krillin lay in the center, dead to the world, one arm flung over Bulma's waist, the other curled around Chi-Chi's hip. Videl was half-draped across his chest, her leg hooked over his thigh, all four of them sticky, bruised, and utterly spent. The room smelled like sex, expensive perfume, and complete debauchery.
The front door downstairs slid open with a soft shhh.
High-heeled boots clicked across the wooden floor, paused, then started up the stairs with deliberate calm.
Android 18 stepped into the bedroom doorway and stopped.
She took in the scene in one slow sweep: her husband, gloriously naked, fifteen inches of still-half-hard cock resting against his thigh like a sleeping dragon; Bulma curled against his side with dried cum on her tits; Chi-Chi facedown with bite marks onily visible on her ass; Videl drooling on his chest in her sleep.
For a long moment, 18 just looked. Then the corner of her mouth curved (not angry, not shocked, amused).
"Well," she said, voice low and silky, "someone's been a very busy boy."
Four sets of eyes snapped open.
Bulma yelped and tried to cover herself with a pillow that was too small.
Chi-Chi bolted upright, clutching a sheet to her chest, face crimson.
Videl squeaked and rolled off Krillin so fast she nearly fell off the futon.
Krillin, however, just blinked sleepily, stretched, and smiled like a cat who'd eaten every canary on the planet.
"Hey, babe," he said, completely calm. "You're back early."
18 leaned against the doorframe, arms folded under her breasts, eyebrow arched.
"Two days, Krillin. Two days and not a single text. Marron's with Goten and Trunks at Capsule Corp, by the way. She thinks her daddy's 'training really hard.' Which… accurate, I guess."
Bulma found her voice first, strangled and mortified. "Eighteen, we can explain—"
18 held up a finger. "Shh. I'm not mad." Her gaze flicked down to Krillin's cock, which had started to stir under her attention. "Actually, I'm impressed. Three of the strongest, most stubborn women on Earth, and you turned them into a puddle in forty-eight hours. That's… efficient."
Chi-Chi squeaked. Videl hid her face in a pillow.
Krillin sat up slowly, not bothering to cover himself. "You're really not pissed?"
18 pushed off the doorframe and walked forward, hips swaying. She stopped at the edge of the futon, reached down, and flicked the head of his cock with one finger. It bobbed, already thickening again.
"You know I like watching you ruin women," she murmured. "Why do you think I married the guy with the biggest dick on the planet?" She glanced at the others. "Relax, ladies. I'm not here to fight. I'm here to join."
Bulma's jaw dropped. Chi-Chi made a tiny, desperate noise. Videl peeked out from behind the pillow, eyes wide.
18 smirked, kicked off her heels, and started unbuttoning her jacket.
"Move over, Krillin. Mommy's home, and she wants to see exactly how you made the genius, the housewife, and the crime-fighter beg."
She let the jacket fall, revealing black lace underneath.
Krillin's grin turned downright wicked. "Yes, ma'am."
The other three women exchanged stunned, delighted looks as 18 climbed onto the bed like a queen reclaiming her throne.
Round five was about to start, and this time, the real boss had arrived.
The futon was already a battlefield of crumpled sheets and dried cum when Android 18 crawled onto it, slow and deliberate, like a panther who knows the prey can't run.
She didn't speak at first. She just let the silence stretch until every eye in the room was locked on her.
Krillin's cock, which had been lazily half-hard, surged to full, aching attention the second her fingers brushed his thigh. Fifteen inches of thick, veined flesh stood straight up, pulsing in time with his heartbeat.
18's gaze flicked to it, then to the three women still frozen in various states of shock and arousal.
"Line up," she said softly.
Bulma, Chi-Chi, and Videl obeyed without thinking (instinct, maybe, or the sheer authority in 18's voice). They knelt side-by-side on the futon, shoulders touching, eyes wide, breathing shallow.
18 circled behind them like a general inspecting troops.
"Hands and knees. Asses up. Faces down."
They dropped instantly.
Three perfect backs arched. Three gorgeous asses presented (Bulma's sculpted and pale, Chi-Chi's strong and tanned from years of mountain work, Videl's tight and athletic). All three pussies already glistening again, swollen from the last two days of nonstop fucking.
18 stopped behind Bulma first. She dragged one manicured nail down the scientist's spine, making her shiver.
"You came how many times yesterday?" she asked conversationally.
Bulma swallowed. "I… lost count after twelve."
18 hummed approvingly. She slid two fingers into Bulma without warning (slow, deep, curling). Bulma moaned into the sheets.
"Good girl."
She moved to Chi-Chi next, repeating the motion (three fingers this time, stretching the older woman open). Chi-Chi whimpered, pushing back greedily.
"And you, housewife? How many loads did my husband pump into this greedy pussy?"
Chi-Chi's voice cracked. "Four… maybe five… I stopped keeping track…"
18 leaned down, lips brushing Chi-Chi's ear. "Slut."
Chi-Chi shuddered and came on the spot, just from the word and the fingers inside her.
Videl was last. 18 didn't even bother with fingers. She just spread the younger woman's cheeks and blew cool air over her dripping slit. Videl sobbed, hips jerking.
"Please…"
"Please what?" 18 asked sweetly.
"Please let him fuck me again," Videl begged, voice breaking. "I need it. I'm addicted."
18 smiled (slow, sharp, beautiful).
"That's what I like to hear."
She stepped back and finally turned to Krillin, who had been watching the whole display with dark, hungry eyes, cock leaking steadily onto his abs.
"On your back," she ordered.
Krillin obeyed instantly.
18 straddled his face first, facing his feet, lowering her soaked pussy onto his mouth. He groaned into her, tongue already working, licking her like a starving man. She ground down hard, riding his face with slow rolls of her hips.
Then she beckoned.
"Bulma. Sit on his dick."
Bulma didn't hesitate. She crawled forward, lined up that monstrous cock, and sank down in one long, shuddering glide (ten inches disappearing inside her with a wet sound). Her head fell back, mouth open in a silent scream.
18 reached forward and grabbed a fistful of teal hair, yanking Bulma into a filthy kiss as she rode Krillin's face and Bulma rode his cock.
Chi-Chi and Videl weren't left out. 18 pointed.
"Chi-Chi, sit on his chest and let Videl eat you. Videl, you don't come until I say."
Chi-Chi scrambled into position, straddling Krillin's chest facing 18, spreading her thighs wide. Videl dove in like she was drowning, tongue lapping desperately at Chi-Chi's clit while her own pussy clenched around nothing.
The room filled with obscene sounds: wet slapping, muffled moans, Krillin's low growls vibrating into 18's cunt, Bulma's broken babbling as she bounced harder and faster.
18 broke the kiss with Bulma and leaned back, bracing her hands on Krillin's thighs so she could watch his cock disappear into Bulma over and over, the bulge in Bulma's stomach obscene and perfect.
"Look at that," she purred. "Look how you take him. Like you were made for it."
Bulma sobbed, "I was, I am, fuck—"
She came hard, squirting down Krillin's shaft, body locking up. 18 didn't let her stop (just pushed her forward until she was bent over, still impaled, and slapped her ass).
"Keep going. You don't get to rest."
Krillin's hips started thrusting up, meeting Bulma's bounces, making her scream into the mattress.
18 finally lifted off his face (his mouth and chin drenched) and moved down his body. She pushed Bulma off his cock with a wet pop and immediately replaced her, sinking down in one brutal drop.
All fifteen inches.
Her eyes fluttered. A low, guttural moan tore from her throat.
"Fuck, I missed this."
She started riding him hard (no warm-up, no mercy), hips slamming down, ass bouncing, the slap of skin on skin loud and rhythmic. Krillin's hands gripped her thighs hard enough to bruise a normal woman.
Chi-Chi and Videl were lost in their own world (Chi-Chi grinding on Videl's face, both of them whimpering).
18 leaned forward, nails digging into Krillin's chest.
"You fucked them raw for two days," she hissed. "Now you're going to fuck me until I can't walk. And they're going to watch."
She snapped her fingers.
"Positions."
The women moved like they'd rehearsed it.
Bulma straddled Krillin's face again, facing 18 this time. Chi-Chi and Videl knelt on either side, each taking one of 18's nipples into their mouths, sucking hard while their hands roamed her body.
18 rode him like a machine (relentless, perfect, superhuman). Her pussy clenched and rippled around him in ways no human woman could match.
Krillin lasted maybe five minutes before he roared into Bulma's cunt, hips bucking as he unloaded (thick, endless ropes) deep inside his wife.
18 didn't stop.
She kept riding through his orgasm, milking him dry, then kept going until he was hard again inside her, oversensitive and shaking.
Only then did she slow, rolling her hips lazily, smirking down at the wrecked pile of humans around her.
"Good boy," she whispered.
Then, to the others:
"Who's next?"
Four sets of desperate, lust-drunk eyes looked up at her like she was a goddess.
Round Five had only just begun.