Chapter 51: An Unexpected Surprise (Patreon)

Dinner was finished, and night had fully fallen.

Tights had already left Bulma and Oryon's room and gone back to her own, back to hammering away at her keyboard.

Bulma pulled Oryon into the bedroom.

The instant the door clicked shut, Bulma rose onto her tiptoes and wound both arms around his neck.

She'd brushed with strawberry toothpaste, and the fervent kiss carried a faint, fruity sweetness.

Oryon met her unabashed passion with equal enthusiasm.

His hands slid down from her waist to cup her rear and lift her up.

Bulma cupped his face, and he cupped hers in turn, each one's reflection flickering endlessly in the other's eyes.

Before long the two of them had tumbled onto the bed, still kissing.

Bulma suddenly broke off the kiss and studied his face closely.

"Darling, feel my skin again — doesn't it seem looser than before? Not as nice to the touch as it used to be?"

Oryon blinked.

"No, not at all?"

Since when had Bulma started worrying about her age?

Whether or not her figure had changed one bit, this was a question he could never answer honestly.

Oryon quickly pulled her close to comfort her. "What are you fretting over? My darling Bulma will always be eighteen…"

That thought led him somewhere else: once things settled down — ideally after Frieza was dealt with — he ought to do something real for Bulma and Lunch.

By then, the Dragon Balls would sit unused for years at a stretch.

He could gather them once for Bulma and Lunch and let them wish to be young again — call it a birthday gift. They'd surely be thrilled.

His embrace never lost its warmth, not a shred of it half-hearted.

Bulma felt just as happy; being taken seriously like this settled her nerves far more than any sweet talk could.

Half an hour later, the two of them drifted into sleep, still wrapped sweetly in each other's arms.

[Ding. Intimate interaction with Bulma complete. Cultivation gain: 1 day.]

Not long after, Lunch walked in.

Rubbing her belly, she lay down on Oryon's other side.

The faint stir woke him. He opened his eyes, saw her rubbing her stomach, and curiosity got the better of him.

"What's wrong, Lunch? Not feeling well?"

Lunch shook her head at once. "It's nothing, just a little stomachache. It'll pass soon."

"Is it your period?" Oryon asked.

Lunch nodded.

"Yeah, it started today. Nothing to worry about!"

With that, she settled onto her side, facing his back, and hugged him with doting affection.

"Lucky for you, Bulma's came later than usual this month, or you'd have been left high and dry."

Oryon took the hand she had wrapped around him, turned over gently, and looked at her.

"Let me rub your belly for you — it might help…"

Warmth spread across Lunch's face, and she nodded softly. "Mm, you're so good to me…"

Oryon set his hand on her lower belly and rubbed it with a gentle touch.

Time slipped by slowly; the warmth from his hand soon spread into her, easing the ache from her belly until it faded away.

Feeling his tenderness, Lunch seemed to melt on the spot. She kissed his cheek first, then curled up against his chest.

[Ding! Intimate interaction with Lunch complete. Cultivation gain: 1 day.]

Oryon blinked in surprise.

Rubbing her belly counted as an intimate interaction?

Well…

Then again…

Fair enough, he supposed!

The night deepened, and Oryon still had energy to burn.

But Lunch was on her period, so that was off the table.

And Bulma was already asleep — she seemed worn out today, her breathing carrying the faint edge of a snore — so he couldn't bring himself to wake her.

Still, a flicker of curiosity rose in him: what had the two of them been up to all day?

He didn't dwell on it, though. He had no real urge to dig up what they'd been doing.

He held Bulma for a while, then Lunch, and soon drifted off to sleep himself.

Another night of pleasant dreams.

Oryon dreamed that Vados, unwilling to pass up Earth's delicacies, shamelessly turned on the charm to seduce him, sparring with him through shifting combos, all dodges and counters.

But all good dreams must end.

Just as the kissing gave way to the real bout, Vados's figure blurred and faded.

Oryon opened his eyes. The dream was over.

But though the erotic dream left no trace behind, his desire was still running high.

He'd just have to let Bulma cool him off.

Yet when he looked around, both Bulma and Lunch were nowhere to be found.

"Bulma?"

"Lunch?"

"Where'd everyone go, this early?"

Hearing Oryon's shout, Mrs. Briefs walked in.

"Oh, you're up!"

"Yeah. Mom, where are Bulma and Lunch?"

Mrs. Briefs smiled sweetly. "Bulma and Lunch went out together. They won't be back until tonight.

If you're hungry, come eat — breakfast's ready."

Oryon scratched his head. "What'd they go do, up so early?"

Mrs. Briefs narrowed her eyes, smiling. "No idea. Those two kept it very hush-hush — didn't breathe a word of it to me.

Though Lunch did say they've got a surprise for you in a few days."

"Lunch said that?"

"Mm-hm!" Mrs. Briefs nodded. "Now go wash up and come eat!"

"Okay, okay!"

Oryon got up, headed to the bathroom, and started washing up.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he suddenly recalled the empty promise Lunch had made him a few days back.

'Why don't I find you another girl?'

'Don't worry, I'll find her fast — my taste is pretty sharp, you know…'

Putting that together with the past two days of Bulma and Lunch leaving early and coming home late,

plus Mrs. Briefs mentioning a surprise, a small warmth stirred in Oryon's chest.

Just thinking about it got him worked up!!