Chapter 49: Big Sister Can't Help It (Patreon)

"What?" Oryon blinked, caught off guard for a moment.

Tights narrowed her eyes slightly. "Didn't you say you'd agree to anything I asked?

Or are you scared?"

Oryon smirked. "Scared? What's there to be scared of? It's just..."

He looked Tights over.

"Just what?"

"Just that," Oryon said, "you've got a great figure and a pretty face, sister, and money besides. Don't tell me you don't have a boyfriend back on your home planet?"

Tights, a little tipsy, sighed. "Fall in love with men from other planets? You have no idea — aliens out there don't even look human. Am I supposed to fall for some monster?

I'm writing a novel, and when I got to the part about romance between a man and a woman, I hit a wall — haven't updated it in ages.

I came back to have a little romance myself, get some inspiration,

and since you already saw everything, I guess you'll just have to do..."

Understanding dawned on Oryon.

Tights was a novelist, science fiction her genre, which was why she often ventured into space.

But apart from Earthlings, the sapient life on other planets came in every shape imaginable, rarely anything humanoid.

Plenty looked like monsters, with faces that resembled punctuation marks scattered across a page.

Oryon thought of Tarble's wife, whose face had looked just like that — a jumble of punctuation.

He thought of the insect-like race Vegeta had wiped out while conquering some planet, and couldn't help a cold sweat.

Those bizarre aliens really were the kind that triggered instinctive revulsion just to look at.

Come to think of it, Namekians were downright handsome by comparison.

No wonder Tights, well into her thirties, had never dated anyone — it made perfect sense.

Oryon gave her a sympathetic look.

Tights studied Oryon's perfect physique, licked her lips, and smiled. "So, I just got back from another planet,

and you interrupted my shower halfway through. I'm going to finish it now."

"Are you saying you want me to join you, sister?" Oryon asked.

Tights leaned in close, took a small breath, and said, "Seeing as you're my boyfriend now, keeping me company in the shower shouldn't be too much to ask, right?"

Oryon's eyes flicked over her figure without meaning to, taking in her tipsy, flushed look, and he swallowed hard.

Judging by that ravenous expression, this probably wasn't just about washing up.

He just hoped she wouldn't regret it once she sobered up tomorrow.

Taking in Oryon's flawless build, Tights let out a soft laugh.

She turned her back to him, slipped off her camisole, and reached out to twist the showerhead on.

Warm water gushed out and streamed down her body, tracing every alluring curve.

She swept her hair back and turned her head to look at Oryon, a bead of water sliding from her forehead, over the bridge of her nose, and down onto her collarbone.

"Don't waste time — Bulma will be back any minute..."

With that, Tights yanked hard and pulled Oryon's towel clean off.

Her eyes landed instantly on his Saiyan tail, and she burst out laughing.

"Ha, you've got a fake tail stuck on back there? You young people really know how to have fun...

Come on, pull it off already, it's so childish!"

Oryon shook his head quickly. "No, it's not a toy — this tail actually grew on my body..."

Tights gave him a teasing look and scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous. People aren't monkeys — where would a tail come from?"

With that, she reached out, grabbed his tail, and yanked hard.

It didn't budge an inch.

"Ooh, that's a sturdy one. I'm getting this thing off you if it's the last thing I do!"

Her competitive streak seemed to run deep, and with the alcohol egging her on,

she planted a foot squarely on Oryon's backside for leverage and hauled on his tail with everything she had.

It still didn't move.

"Sister, this tail is part of my body. I'm a Saiyan — we're born with tails..."

"Saiyan?"

Tights seemed to have heard the name somewhere before, and she frowned.

"Saiyan — you mean that warrior race, the Saiyans?"

"You know about them?"

Tights let go of his tail and nodded. "I heard about them from Jaco. But aren't the Saiyans extinct?

I remember Jaco telling me their planet got hit by a meteor, and the whole species died out along with it."

Oryon nodded. "That's right. But some Saiyans had already been sent off-world before the meteor hit, so they survived. There just aren't many of us left."

Tights nodded thoughtfully.

"I see. Actually, I did hear something —

apparently the Saiyans had this nasty habit of shipping off their weaklings to conquer feeble little planets. So I guess that makes you one of their rejects..."

She looked at Oryon the way one might look at someone slow in the head.

What kind of "weakling" got sent out to conquer planets, exactly?

People's prejudices ran deeper than mountains.

But for a moment, Oryon had no idea how to respond.

Tights didn't dwell on it, moving right along. "Anyway, I said you'd be my boyfriend, and I'm not going back on my word — even if you are just a reject..."

She glanced at the body wash. "Now then, time for you to lather me up. Get to it."

Oryon nodded, and with practiced ease, poured body wash into his palm, worked up a lather, and began washing Tights's back.

After all, he did this often enough with Bulma and Lunch.

But the moment his hands touched her back, Tights's whole body shuddered.

Her breathing quickened, color rising in her cheeks and spreading all the way to the tips of her ears.

Oryon's hands stilled against her back.

That strong a reaction?

Maybe she'd been drunk before, and now the alcohol was wearing off.

Tights drew a deep breath and urged him on. "Keep going, don't stop..."

Oryon kept going.

Her trembling grew more pronounced, her skin starting to flush with heat.

Suddenly, unable to hold back any longer, Tights turned around.

"Sorry — I can't help myself anymore..."

With that, she pulled Oryon's face to hers and kissed him fiercely.

[Ding. Intimate contact with Tights — 30 days of cultivation progress gained.]