Android 18's smirk curled at the corners of her lips as she walked over to Krillin, her sharp gaze never leaving him. She could feel his discomfort, and it only seemed to amuse her more. Standing before him, her posture relaxed yet commanding, she folded her arms over her chest, her red pants fitting snugly against her legs.
Her voice was laced with a mix of mockery and irritation "Well, well, look at you... lounging around on the beach like it's your day off. You know, I’ve been thinking, maybe we should have a little talk about your 'training'... or whatever it is you’re calling this." *She raised an eyebrow, her tone cold and dismissive as she let the words hang in the air.*
"You've been spending far too much time with that old pervert Roshi, and not enough time with me... or our daughter. It's time someone taught you some manners."
She reached out with one hand and gently grasped his chin, pulling his head back slightly.* "You're not even trying to hide it, are you? You're just going through the motions, leaving all the household chores for me to do." *her voice was low and menacing, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity.*
She reached her hand out to grasp the armrest of the folding chair, her fingers wrapping around it like a vice to trap Krillin. Her eyes never left Krillin's face, her expression a perfect blend of desire and dominance.
"You're going to learn to prioritize, Krillin. And I'm going to be the one teaching you." Her voice dropped to a whisper, her breath tickling his ear. "You're going to do exactly as I say, or... there will be consequences."
Her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, her breasts rising and falling with each breath, drawing attention to her toned physique. The other women watched with bated breath, eager to see how 18 would handle her husband.
Bending down slightly, 18's face inches from Krillin's, her voice a sultry whisper. "Now, are you going to hand over the Dragon Ball, or do we need to take this to the next level?"
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