Doctor Gero, the infamous scientist and creator of the nefarious androids, had met his demise. His lab was a smoldering pile of rubble. The Androids had awoken, ready to spread their chaos and violence across the land. Vegeta had chased them to a highway, but not even a Super Saiyan could stand a chance. He was soundly defeated, as were the other Z Warriors. The Androids left them bruised and beaten in the rubble, flying back to the highway.
But there was a wrinkle. A slight alteration to events, spurred by Trunks' meddling with time. In addition to the rest of the bested fighters, Krillin laid face down in the dirt. And up on the highway, cowering in fear in his place, was young Son Gohan. Not realizing who he was, the Androids left him be. No sport in killing a child.
As they walked away, Gohan managed to break through the terror and approach the departing murder machines. "W-wait!" he shouted, running after them.
Without turning around, 17 asked him, "What now? Do you need something?"
Swallowing hard, pushing through the nerves, Gohan asked, "What are you after? Are you out to kill my- Son Goku? Or are you going to destroy the world?"
Missing his near slip-up, 17 turned to answer the boy, "For now, all we care about is beating Son Goku. We'll figure out what we'll do next afterwards."
Terrified for his father and outraged at their lack of personal motivation, Gohan asked, "Why?! Why are you after Goku?! You already killed Doctor Gero! He's the one who hated Goku, right?"
"Doctor Gero has nothing to do with it. This is a game," said 17, putting his hands on his hips. "After all, Son Goku is supposed to be the strongest person in the world, right?"
"A... game?" Gohan couldn't believe his ears. "That's why you're...?"
"That's why I said we didn't need you telling us where he is; hunting him down is part of the game." For as emotionless as 17 usually was, he came off especially cold.
"I-if I were to ask you to give this up," Gohan asked, his final gambit. "Would you...?"
16, the gigantic green Android stepped in. "No good," he said, his monotonous voice belying his cruel programming. "We were made to kill Son Goku."
"You heard him," said 17. "You'd better hurry back there and give your friends those Senzu Beans. They're going to die."
He turned to leave, 16 in tow. 18, the beautiful blonde had remained silent through the whole exchange. Finally speaking, she said, "See you," and leaned down to kiss the frightened boy.
Her lips met his as her knees crashed into the ground. She held the boy tight against her chest, the swell of her breasts pressing into him. Her hands ran through his hair, she moaned into his mouth. Their lips smacked and drool spilled down both of their chins.
Gohan moaned against her, small and weak but full of need. This beautiful woman had chosen him, and he was going to make the most of it. He grabbed at her body, wherever he could reach. Her breasts, her hair, everything was so soft above her firm muscle. He could feel himself growing stiff. He wanted her. He needed her.
18 broke the kiss with a smile, a strand of spit connecting their lips. Her hand on his chest, she felt the budding musculature of the young boy. Sliding down, she found the front of his pants. She hissed as she felt his hardness. A pillar of love and devotion, dedicated to her. Her fingers wrapped around his length and squeezed.
Gohan gasped and opened his eyes with a start. The morning sun spilled in through his window, illuminating his bedroom. He panted for breath, recovering from the effects of the dream. Again. He lifted his sheets and dropped them back down with a sigh. Time to do laundry. Again.
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It had been several years since the Androids first awoke. Gohan was still a young boy, still living with his mother and dealing with the absence of his father. He wistfully sighed as he looked out the window. That dream was always so vivid. And with too much embellishment. Yes, 18 had kissed him that day. But it was nothing but a peck on the cheek.
He wasn't sure why she had done it. She had never shown any real affection towards him since. Or anyone, as far as he knew. Without the kiss to fuel Krillin's feelings, he never pursued a relationship with her. The two had continued on their lives without each other.
Stepping out into the main area of the house, Gohan's mood was lifted by the smell of his mother's breakfast. "Thanks mom!" he said, grabbing a plate.
"Eat up," Chi-Chi said, smiling at her boy. "After all, that's the last meal you'll be getting from me for a while."
Gohan's utensils almost slipped from his grasp. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked, on the verge of tears.
"Wha- No, Gohan," Chi-chi said. "We talked about this already."
"We did?" Gohan asked, hesitantly taking a bite.
"Yes!" Chi-Chi was beginning to feel just as exacerbated as when she spoke with her late husband. "I'm taking Goten to see your grandfather," she explained. "We'll be out for the weekend."
"Why am I not going?" Gohan asked around a mouthful of food.
"Because you need to study!" his mother said firmly. "I don't know what's been going on with you, but don't think I haven't noticed you slipping lately."
Gohan winced before taking another bite. He had been finding it hard to focus lately. His mind was overwhelmed with countless thoughts of 18. He wasn't sure why he had suddenly taken such a liking to her. He hadn't felt this way when she kissed him. Or maybe he had, and just didn't realize it.
"And before you think about skipping out to the woods for the weekend," Chi-Chi continued. "I've already asked 18 to stop by and keep an eye on you."
"18's coming?" Gohan asked, a little too eagerly.
His mother didn't notice the sudden enthusiasm and went about her day. Gohan shoveled down the rest of his meal and hurried back to his room. If he got his studying taken care of before 18 even got there, then he could spend the whole weekend with her! Hurriedly putting pen to paper, Gohan studied like his life depended on it.
The sound of the front door shutting made Gohan slam his book shut. Scurrying out to the hall, his eyes lit up when he saw that familiar bob of blonde hair. Chi-Chi was explaining to 18 her schedule for Gohan when the boy came running up. She was just as beautiful as in his dream. She wore a purple jacket and high-waisted purple pants over a pink blouse. She gave Gohan a brief nod of acknowledgment, but otherwise kept her focus on his mother.
"Dinner at seven and in bed by nine," she finished saying.
"I understand," replied 18. She slipped off her jacket to hang on the wall. While passing Gohan to reach the hook, she said, "Hey kid."
"Hi," Gohan answered, butterflies in his stomach.
Chi-Chi adjusted little baby Goten in her arms. "Okay, Gohan," she said. "We're leaving!"
"Bye, Mom!" Gohan bid farewell to his mother with a wave. When the door shut behind her, he excitedly turned to 18 and asked, "So, what do you want to do?"
"I believe you have some studying to get taken care of," 18 said. She had been looking forward to a cakewalk of a payday. Gohan would be in his room studying all weekend, and she could kick back, relax, and do nothing as the cash rolled in.
"I'm already done!" Gohan's radiant smile unintentionally shattered 18's hopes.
She narrowed her eyes and said, "Prove it."
"Okay!" Gohan said, leading her to his room. 18 cautiously followed from behind, casting a vigilant gaze upon the surroundings. She had never actually been to the Son household before, and she kind of admired how simple the place was. Chi-Chi kept a good home.
Inside his room, Gohan showed 18 the completed stack of coursework he had finished. She flicked through the pages, her eyes scanning the forms. "Shit," she muttered under her breath. This was going to put a serious dent in her relaxation time. "Well, good work," she said, fighting the frown from dropping her lips.
"Do I get a reward?" the boy asked, staring at her expectantly.
"Um..." 18 said. This wasn't part of Chi-Chi's briefing! What the hell was she supposed to-
"Mom usually gives me a hug when I get my studying done for the day," Gohan suggested.
"Uh, yeah. Sure," replied 18, feeling only a slight discomfort. "Whatever, get over here."
Gohan's smile could have lit up the entire countryside. He wrapped his arms around 18's waist, pressing his face into her tight stomach. She stood there awkwardly, staring at the clock wondering for how long she was supposed to let this go on. Gohan nuzzled his face tighter against her, and she gave a few, unenthusiastic pats to his head.
Feeling the warmth of the woman of his affections spreading through him, Gohan's hormones went into overdrive. He could feel his pants getting tighter, but he paid them no mind. Instead, he was driven by an urge to reach her face. To return the favor she had granted to him all those years ago.
18 stared blankly down at the boy, half her height, leaning up with her lips pursed. Clearly trying to kiss her. Slowly but firmly, she pushed Gohan away. It took him a moment to realize he wasn't hugging her anymore. "Okay, good hug," 18 said, walking out of the room. "Still more work to do, so hop to it." She slammed the door shut behind her.
Admittedly, Gohan wasn't quite finished with his studies yet. He wasn't sure one could ever truly be done studying. With a sigh, he sat back at his desk and cracked open a book.
Letting his chopsticks clatter onto his plate, Gohan sat back with a satisfied sigh. "That was great," he said, staring at the ceiling. 18 was in the kitchen washing up after cooking him dinner.
"I'm glad to hear it," she said over the water rushing through the sink. "I don't really need to eat anymore, so it's nice to know I haven't lost my touch."
She heard his chair push back from the table and his footsteps approaching her. Despite his previous shenanigans, 18 diligently continued to wash the dishes. Hoping he wouldn't try any- Gohan wrapped his arms around her in another hug. She tensed against his touch but made herself relax. "Thanks for dinner, 18," the boy said into her body.
Which could have been cute, if he hadn't buried his face into her ass.
This wasn't right. It wasn't just that he kept pushing her boundaries. She was an old lady! On the inside, at least. While he was crafting and upgrading her robotic body, Doctor Gero had made a horrible mistake. He shut her body down whenever he wasn't running tests, but her mind stayed awake for every moment.
Her body had remained as flawless and ageless as the day she had awoken in the lab and earned her freedom with her brother. However, her mind had endured great suffering. While she appeared to be a young twenty-something, a gorgeous woman in the prime of her life, on the inside she felt like a shriveled old woman. And this little boy kept rubbing himself all over her.
Lifting a foot, she pushed Gohan away from her once more. He slid backwards, still pressing forward. Planting her foot back on the ground, Gohan slipped and fell to the floor with a small thud. The boy laughed and pulled himself to his feet. 18 refused to look at him and continued to ignore his antics.
He seemed to get the hint, and she heard him wander off. As his footsteps retreated, 18 let out a sigh, feeling the tension slough off her. She hated this. Being treated like a piece of meat for some kid to try and fuck. It wasn't right.
But it also wasn't like she could just get up and leave. She had already taken Chi-Chi's money. She had a job to do, and she was going to see it through. 18 finished up the dishes and dragged her weary body to the living room. Switching on the TV, she flopped onto the couch. She didn't so much watch what was on the screen as she stared at the wall, counting the seconds until this was all over. She had perfected the art of turning her brain off.
She wasn't sure how long it had been before Gohan showed up. The boy sat on the opposite end of the couch from her, which she was grateful for. She didn't want to deal with his hormones anymore. And if he kept his distance, he was a good enough kid.
But of course, he kept pushing his luck. Every few minutes she noticed him inching closer to her. Every little shuffle that he thought she didn't notice brought her one step closer to that breaking point. She had to fight not to snap at him. As long as he kept his hands to himself, she would have no reason to.
She froze in place as Gohan pressed himself against her. But that was all he did. No creepy movements, no trying to kiss her. Just a little boy sharing space with his temporary guardian. 18 let out the breath she was holding. This wasn't so bad. Comfortable even. He was probably just getting sleepy and wanted to snuggle up to her warmth. It was all going to be-
Aaaaaand his hand was on her ass.
"That's enough," 18 said, snatching Gohan's hand off her rear.
"Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!" She knew just how hard she was gripping him. A little harder and she would shatter bones.
"I am done with this," she said. "I'm not your fucking toy to dump your pervy little feelings onto."
"I'm sorry!" Gohan yelled, desperately trying to pull his hand out of her grasp. "I really like you and whenever I'm around you, I stop thinking and do these things!"
"Tough!" 18 yelled back. "I'm your babysitter, not your girlfriend!" She threw his hand down and crossed her arms. "I'm not into little boys, so leave me alone."
"Just tell me what I have to do!" Tears were streaming down the boy's cheeks. "What do I have to do to get you to like me?"
18 glared at him. There wasn't anything he could do. But he also wasn't going to take "nothing" for an answer. She sighed. Maybe if she gave him some impossible goal, he would finally fuck off and go to bed.
"Give me 30,000 Zeni, and I'll sleep with you," she said. Sneering, she added, "Make it 60,000, and I'll even pretend like I'm enjoying myself." Gohan didn't respond. He stared at her for a moment before jumping off the couch. 18 watched him go out of the corner of her eye. His head was down, his eyes were on the floor. Good.
Feeling utterly exhausted, 18 sank deeper into the comfort of the couch. Pinching between her eyebrows, she felt the beginning of a stress headache. Which was bullshit, considering her cybernetics, but that was a complaint to bring to Bulma. She stared at the ceiling, monitoring her internal clock to count the seconds until Chi-Chi's approximate return time. Just another 45 hours, 12 minutes, and 36 seconds.
Footsteps approaching from the hall caused a spike of anger. Whirling her head around, 18 shouted, "Look, kid-" The wad of cash in his hands made her pause. She looked between the money and the boy holding it a few times before asking, "What the hell is this?"
"60,000 Zeni," Gohan answered quietly.
18 was in disbelief, sputtering in astonishment. "How do you-"
"Grandpa sends us money every month for food and whatever else Mom needs," Gohan explained. His eyes never turned up from the floor. "He gives some of it to me, but I never have anything to buy."
Hesitently, 18 reached out and took the stack of cash from the boy. Counting quickly, she confirmed the amount. 60,000 Zeni. She counted again just to be sure. It was all there. Furrowing her brow, she thought over her options. She could shove the money back in his hands, tell him to go to bed, and forget that this ever happened.
On the other hand, this was a lot more money than his mom was paying him.
Lips pursed, eyes narrowed, 18 made what was probably a bad decision, "Fuck it, fine." Gohan lit up with joy, scrambling up onto the couch with her. As he looked over the beautiful woman, he realized he didn't know what to do. He held his hands out, frozen with indecision.
18 rolled her eyes and grabbed Gohan's shirt, pulling the boy in for a kiss. His body stiffened in shock, pure disbelief coursing through him. Despite her disgust, 18 persevered and earned her money. She had a job to do, and she was going to see it through. Working to get this done fast, she slipped her tongue into Gohan's mouth.
Again, he froze, the alien sensation throwing him for a loop. 18 grabbed the back of his head, urging him to push harder, to give in, to kiss her back and stop acting like a dead fucking fish. He seemed to take the hint and pressed his lips against hers. He was inexperienced and sloppy, his lips smacking and his tongue swirling in ways that it really shouldn't have been.
While it had admittedly been a while for 18, she wasn't particularly happy that the first guy she was making out with in so long was this little perv. She had to make him work for it. Tired of leaning forward, she slipped back against the arm of the chair. Let him come to her.
As he leaned over her, Gohan placed his hands on her chest for balance. Naturally, planting them on her breasts. 18 wasn't particularly busty, but she was proud of her chest all the same. She was encased in a practically immortal robotic body. No sag no matter how old she got. Or felt.
Gohan's small fingers scoured the soft flesh where they had found purchase. He squeezed and explored her breasts, feeling just how wonderful they were. He moaned into her mouth, making her shudder. Mostly from discomfort, but his fingers didn't feel completely terrible.
Breaking the kiss for a moment, 18 shucked off her blouse. Tossing it aside, she unclasped her bra, and it soon found itself on the floor as well. Gohan stared wide-eyed at her naked breasts, entranced by the sight before him. 18 stared at the boy, unamused. "Are you just going to stare?" she asked, her fingers tapping an impatient rhythm on the couch. "Clock's ticking, Junior."
"Right!" Gohan said, diving in to her chest. He kneaded her breasts, feeling every inch of her silky-soft skin. Clamping his mouth onto her nipple, he just about collapsed on top of her. 18 could feel his bulge pressing into her, and was very grateful that he couldn't see her frown from his position.
His position on her tit. This was horrible. Debasing herself in this manner. She closed her eyes and breathed deep. Focus on the money. This will be worth it in the end. She wasn't expecting to end up a whore that night, but there was no turning back now.
With her chest lathered up with his spit, the boy trailed further downward. She let him unbuckle her belt and raised her hips to assist him in removing her pants. Feeling the chill from all her skin being exposed, 18 shivered. And then had to fight the noise that tried to explode from her mouth when Gohan touched her pussy.
He was fascinated by what he saw. Gohan had read biology textbooks before, but to see an actual vagina before him was something else entirely. Touching it was completely new as well. So soft, so pliable. Feeling just how tight his pants were, the boy kicked them off. His small cock sprang free, pointing expectantly at the android.
With a heavy sigh, 18 spread her legs, exposing herself fully and granting the boy access to her. While he shuffled into position, she quietly activated her internal lubrication system. Using an onboarding computer to make herself wet was a hell of a lot more preferable than letting him go in dry.
She winced when she felt him enter her. Scrunching her face, she tried to block out the pathetic whine Gohan let out when he lost his virginity. He took a moment to steady himself, to truly take in the feeling of his cock embedded into a woman before clumsily thrusting away. Her eyes shut tight, 18 tried to imagine she was anywhere else. With anyone else. But alas...
"Hey," came a voice from between her legs. 18 frowned at the boy, upset that he would dare to interrupt her escape fantasy. Gohan couldn't look her in the eye. Despite the fact that he was fucking inside of her. "You said you would at least pretend," he said quietly.
Dammit. She had. And he paid up. 18 sighed again, kicking herself for making such a bad deal. Then she threw her head back with a loud, exaggerated moan. Running her hands through her hair, she bucked her hips against the boy's. "Oh my god, yes!" she cried, her body writhing, urging him forward. "More! More!"
He knew it was fake. That didn't make it any less enticing. Gohan's hips jumped into overdrive, slamming his cock into 18 as hard and fast as he could. His arms wrapped around her waist and his face planted into her stomach, he drove himself to the limit.
Feeling the strain of her legs raised in the air, 18 rested them around Gohan's waist. Pulling him deeper into her, feeling him scrape against her delicate walls. Her moans continued to echo through the room, played up to earn her pay. But the way his cock was hitting those sweet spots inside her, they were becoming a little less exaggerated.
Gohan grunted and moaned, the exertion more than any training his father or Mr. Piccolo ever put him through. But it was an absolutely incredible feeling! The object of his affections surrounding him on all sides. The smooth comfort of her internal warmth. The way her moans would pierce straight through his body. This was ecstasy at its highest form.
It was starting to get good for 18, too. Her movements had guided Gohan into hitting her perfectly, and she felt her barriers getting worn down. Deciding that getting paid to get off was a pretty sweet deal, she let herself give in. Clinging her legs tighter to him, she urged the boy on. Pushing him to give her everything she needed, giving him everything he wanted.
The boy pushed forward, breaking through his walls, reaching a new height of bliss he never thought possible. As he thrust against her, his stomach scraped against 18's clit over and over again. Her moans took on a sincere intensity. Her movements became instinctual. He would never be able to tell, but it was a world of difference for her.
Gohan's hips buckled and he collapsed against her. 18 shivered as she felt the eruption of heat inside her, just enough to push her over the edge. She shuddered and gasped as her orgasm ripped through her, a wave of ecstasy she hadn't felt in far too long. She caught her breath and looked down at the boy laying atop her.
If he could do that to her on his first try, what else was he capable of? Feelings were beginning to bubble up within her. Feeling a sudden jolt of surprise, 18 quickly accessed her Task Manager and decisively performed a force quit on those emotions. She was not into little boys. A decent showing in the sack had not changed that. He didn't earn her affection; he had paid for it.
Slightly recovered from his exertion, a sleepy Gohan looked up at the woman he had just given his virginity to. A tired smile stretched across his lips, and he began to crawl up to her. Lips pursed for a kiss, he moved forward to reach her lips.
Only to be met with a firm palm pushing him away. "Huh?" Gohan was confused as he stumbled backwards.
Her icy glare back, 18 said, "You paid for one. Now go to bed."
"Oh," Gohan was crestfallen. It was good while it lasted, but he had to have known it was fleeting. "Okay..." He stood up from the couch and started his sad shuffle back to his room. Pausing before turning the corner, he said to her, "I still have more money. Maybe tomorrow we can-"
"Go to bed, Gohan," 18 said firmly. The boy listened to his babysitter, and she heard his door shut shortly after. Letting out a sigh, 18 sank deeper into the couch. What had she gotten herself into? She had indulged a pervert and that would only lead to him pushing her boundaries more and more. But, as her eyes drifted to the stack of cash she had set aside, he was at least a good cash cow.
18 tried to focus on the positives. She had gotten paid. She had gotten off. And, while she hated to admit it, doing it with him a second time would be a lot easier than the first. She shivered when she felt his load trickling out of her, dripping down between her ass cheeks.
Another heavy sigh as she rose from the couch. "I need a fucking shower," she said to herself as she dragged herself to the bathroom. It had been a long day, and tomorrow was going to be even longer. But 18 was tough. She was strong. She was going to get through it, no matter what that little perv threw at her.
And she would make fat stacks while she did so.
She dreamed of better days. Of the time she spent with her brother, when she was young and innocent. Before everything changed... Before she became a weapon. Before she was eaten and spat out. Before-
18 was rudely awakened. Thanks to her limitless power supply, she didn't really need to sleep, but it was something that helped to pass the time. And she hated being woken up. Through always focused eyes, unable to give her even the modicum of realism, she glared at her assailant.
Gohan stood by her bed, a stack of bills in his hand. His face was red, and from a quick glance down, 18 could see that his dick was hard. She sighed. It was easier to give in than it was to argue. She grabbed the money from the boy's hand and slapped it onto the nightstand. Pulling her sheets aside, she revealed to the boy that she slept in the nude.
The boy gawked at her body, illuminated by the light of the moon. Her full breasts and her muscled curves were calling to him, but 18 herself wasn't. "Did you pay to look or to fuck?" she snapped, wanting to get back to sleep.
Gohan kicked his pants off and dove into bed with the blonde. His dick was already hard and ready for her, aching to return to that heavenly embrace between her legs. He spread them apart, exposing her pussy to him and the night air. 18 didn't react. Her breathing was steady. She just wanted to get this over with.
She grabbed the boy, pulling him in close. "Just do it already," she grumbled, grabbing his cock and lining it up with her pussy. Internally, she activated her lubrication subroutine (that bastard Gero was nothing if not a perfectionist pervert), feeling her pussy tingle as it began to drip with false need.
She stayed silent, allowing him to take charge, and enduring his inexperienced thrusts. The blank expression on her face remained frozen, her blue eyes locked on the ceiling above as she tried to mentally transport herself somewhere, anywhere else. At least the money would be worth it, she told herself, her dampening disappointment beginning to take a backseat to materialistic hunger.
Her arms crossed over her chest, her fingers digging into her biceps as she forced herself to remain still and let Gohan take his sweet time. It felt degrading, allowing this child to use her body like a plaything, but she'd be damned if she passed up an opportunity to put a little more extra cash in her pocket.
Despite the degrading nature of allowing a small child to vigorously fuck her, Android 18 remained silent. Her jaw clenched tightly, her cheek twitching slightly as Gohan's pace quickened. The rhythmic thrusts beat like an off-tune drum in her head. She was simply left with a general sense of dissatisfaction and a dull ache that the young boy's thrusts were only amplifying.
As Gohan continued his relentless assault, Android 18 struggled to keep herself from snapping. The kid's inexperience was grating on her patience, and it didn't help that he was mere inches away from his teenage years. The little boy's thrusts felt clumsy and weak against her, and if it weren't for the zeni she was about to get paid, she'd have stopped him ages ago. But as the promise of profit drove her on, she endured the humiliation and tried to keep her cool.
The smell of sweat mixed with excitement filled the room, and 18's arms tensed as she gripped the bedsheets, her nails digging into the fabric. She tried to block out the sound of the young boy's labored breathing and the sickly slap of his body against hers, instead focusing on the cold, hard cash waiting for her in the near future. This was below her, way below, but she'd endure it. As long as there was money to be made.
Despite herself, 18 slowly began to feel her body responding to Gohan's frenzied thrusts. Her muscles tensed and relaxed with the boy's movements, her blue eyes closing slowly as she fought against her own pleasure. She didn't want to enjoy this, couldn't enjoy this, and yet here she was, being driven to the brink of climax by the kid she was babysitting. Her mind raced for a solution, a way to maintain her composure as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. But as Gohan's touch became more insistent, her resolve wavered, and she surrendered to the intoxicating sensation.
The slight tremor in her thighs betrayed her increasing arousal, and she bit her lip hard to stifle a moan. Her breaths were becoming heavier, the small moans escaping her mouth despite her best efforts. She tried to pull herself away but found it difficult to fight against the waves of pleasure washing over her. Her eyes darted open, locking onto Gohan's flushed face as he worked tirelessly above her. She was close, damn it all, but she couldn't let this brat see it! With a surge of determination, she clenched her fists, finding the strength to suppress her impending climax. Her mind raced, trying to come up with any distraction to divert her focus from the tantalizing pleasure that engulfed her every fiber.
"Arrgh..." 18 hissed, the words barely escaping her lips as the little asshole inside her finally drove her over the edge. She tried to hold in her pleasure, to fight against the orgasm threatening to consume her, but it broke through her defenses like a tsunami crashing into a feeble barrier. Her whole body tensed as an electric rush blazed through her, and her nails dug deeper into the bedsheets, leaving small indentations behind. Her breath hitched in her throat as the wave of ecstasy washed over her, leaving her completely breathless and spent. With each passing second, the intense throbbing in her core gradually faded, allowing her to catch her breath and savor the lingering sensation of release.
Gohan, mercifully, seemed unaware of her struggle, his eyes locked on hers as he too found release. A look of fulfillment graced his upturned face, and as her orgasm came crashing down like thunder, a small spark of irritation and disgust flared within her. She couldn't believe that she had let herself give in to the desires of someone like Gohan. The realization left a bitter taste in her mouth, mingling with the remnants of passion that still lingered in the air. With a deep sigh, she pushed aside her conflicted emotions and focused on regaining her composure, knowing that she needed to gather her thoughts before addressing the situation at hand.
As the room went silent once more, 18's disappointment almost outweighed her satisfaction, but she couldn't deny the simple truth of the matter. The little bastard had managed to push her over the edge again! She could feel his spent cock throbbing inside her and had to keep herself from rolling her eyes. Feigned satisfaction was all she could muster at this point, her eyes still fixated on him as he collapsed beside her, panting heavily and smiling like a fool.
"Get out," she said, staring at the ceiling. She felt his weight lift off the mattress and heard his feet shuffle out of the room. When the door closed behind him, 18 let out a heavy sigh. This was going to keep happening. She knew it. She could try to enjoy herself, but it would just be wasted effort.
18 only had to endure this for another day. She could manage.
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The sun peeked through the blinds the following morning, casting warm golden light on the small room. 18 rubbed her eyes, feeling the lingering soreness between her legs as a reminder of the previous night. As the events of the previous evening receded from her memory, she found herself grappling with a strange sense of acceptance.
With every lewd glance from Gohan, she couldn't help but feel a small spark of amusement. He was a curious mix of innocence and impudence, a combination that somewhat fascinated her. Despite her better judgment, she discovered that she was starting to find his advances almost endearing. She shook her head, trying to dispel the growing fondness for Gohan that was starting to take root within her. It was a dangerous game to play, and she knew she had to be cautious with her emotions.
He had a lot to learn, but there was a certain charm to the way he pursued her. Perhaps it was the easy money that made her a soft touch, or perhaps there was something else at play. Whatever the reason, she found herself warming up to him, much to her own disbelief. As her eyes met his again, she couldn't help but smirk.
As the aroma of bacon filled the air, 18's lips twitched into a smirk. The act of laundering the boy's clothes and preparing him breakfast was impressively gentle, creating an almost maternal atmosphere. But she was doing it, nonetheless. The disarray of her previous night's emotions, the disgust, the pleasure, the satisfaction, were all settling into something she didn't expect: concern.
For a moment, she wondered if she'd misjudged him, if perhaps an underlying layer of kindness and gratitude was present in their encounters. The thought caused a quiet warmth to spread through her chest, the tendrils of affection wrapping a little tighter around her heart. With a sigh, she placed two plates on the table and called out, "Get your ass up, kid. Breakfast is served."
As Gohan took his seat, his eyes darted between the plates in front of him and Android 18. She couldn't help but watch him with a thin smile. His awkward discomfort was endearing and the childish guilt he felt from their previous night's actions was amusing her. Nevertheless, despite the light-hearted atmosphere, there was a weighty silence hanging between them, a reminder of the secrets they shared and the complex dynamics of their relationship. She tried to brush it off, focusing on the clinking of cutlery and the aroma of freshly cooked food, hoping to bring back a sense of normalcy to their unusual situation.
Despite the warm food lying before him, Gohan's appetite appeared to be waning. The awkwardness in the air was palpable, the silence thick with unspoken words. His eyes flickered across the table, searching for answers in her expression and finding none. 18 didn't blame him - she, too, didn't have the answers. The situation had spiraled far beyond her initial intentions.
When Gohan had paid her to do those things, he hadn't been thinking about anything past his immediate needs. Now that he was on the other side, he could only feel regret and shame. It was a mistake to have paid her. While his mind was swimming with memories of having sex with her, the one he focused on over anything else was that kiss on the side of the road. That was genuine. That was real. That was something he had earned, not taken.
Gohan finished his meal and excused himself from the table. He had some things to think about.
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Later in the day, with nothing else to do, 18 switched on the TV and let some cheesy old movie play. She hadn't been seated on the couch for five minutes before Gohan perched himself on the other end. She was looking at a repeat of the night before, but this time, she felt like she might not hate it so much.
As long as he kept his hands to himself, that is.
The room fell silent as they settled in, the flickering screen casting soft light across their faces. Each of their body languages told their own story. The closer Gohan crawled, the more comfortable he seemed, and 18, despite her inner turmoil, found herself leaning ever so slightly into him, her arm brushing against his shoulder occasionally. Despite her initial apprehension, there was something strangely cozy about sharing this moment with him. The tension that had filled the room began to ease as they both found solace in each other's presence. Gohan's gentle demeanor and 18's unspoken vulnerability created a sense of warmth and understanding between them.
As the movie progressed, they both became engrossed in the action on screen, losing themselves into it. Occasionally, Gohan would shift his weight, accidentally leaning into her breasts or his leg would brush against hers, sending ripples of warmth down her spine. Every time, Android 18 would let out a gentle sigh, pushing the unwanted thoughts even further away. Nevertheless, the subtle physical proximity and Gohan's unintentional touches stirred a strangely unfamiliar longing within Android 18, making her question the walls she had built around herself.
As the credits rolled, neither budged, both lost in their thoughts and allowing the passing warmth to keep them in place. The pulsating rhythm of the breeze outside mixed well with the soft rustling of the curtains, and though the silence grew heavy, neither wanted to be the first to break it.
18 fought the urge to question her own motives, Gohan's young heart beating against her chest providing comfort she'd long forgotten. The coziness of the moment, the soft sounds of life outside, all of it was a far cry from the anger she had felt just a day ago. Was she really this easy?
Not wanting to think about that, 18 abruptly stood from the couch. Confusing feelings were whirling around inside her, and she did not want to deal with them. "I'm taking a bath," she told Gohan. "Watch yourself for a bit."
She grabbed a change of clothes and stepped into the bathroom. 18 started disrobing, and just when she was about to take her bra off, the door swung open. Gohan stood there, staring at her expectantly.
"Oh hell no, you little-" her words were cut off by the stack of cash in the boy's hand. Just how much money did this kid have? She swallowed her anger and crossed her arms. "What do you want?"
"I want to take a bath with you," said Gohan.
With a sigh of resignation, 18 took the kid's money. She stripped the rest of the way down and sank into the tub. Gohan, showing no signs of hesitation, followed suit, discarding his clothes and quickly joining her in the tub. Their bodies pressed against each other again, causing a fresh wave of heat to course through her.
As the warm water lapped against their bodies, Gohan edged closer, his cheek pressed to her. 18 exhaled, feeling the tension in her muscles ease. She closed her eyes for a moment, simply enjoying the sensation of the water and the unexpected comfort his proximity provided. She felt a sense of tranquility wash over her, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time. Opening her eyes, she turned to Gohan, a grateful smile spreading across her face.
It was a peculiar moment, one that contradicted her typical prickly demeanor. Despite their twisted relationship, she couldn't argue that she found peace here, in the warmth of the bath and in his embrace. The perplexing affair with the young boy was beginning to confuse her, blending the lines between business and pleasure.
Despite her annoyance with him, 18 couldn't deny that at this moment, she felt content, allowing herself to be held by the young boy. As she closed her eyes and nestled into Gohan's arms, she couldn't help but wonder if this unguarded vulnerability was a facade or something deeper. It was a dangerous thought, one that made her heartbeat quicken as she struggled to push it aside.
Amidst the stillness of the steamy room, 18 allowed herself a small smile. The young boy was like an uncontrollable puppy, unable to resist his own lustful urges, his eyes glinting darkly in the low light. To be honest, it was rather endearing, given his inexperience and relentless pursuits. But as she traced her fingers gently along his jawline, she couldn't help but feel a sense of caution creeping in. She knew all too well the consequences of giving in to temptation, and yet, there was something about Gohan that made her want to take the risk. With a soft sigh, she leaned in closer, allowing herself to be consumed by the intoxicating allure of the forbidden.
18 resigned herself to her fate, settling herself in the tub and allowing Gohan's hands to roam. With each caress, his pupils dilated, and it wasn't long before the water was in danger of reaching a boiling point. This wasn't her typical forte, but let him enjoy her curves, she thought. She had been paid for this, after all.
Gohan's desire faded as he gazed at 18's indifferent expression. He knew she wasn't truly enjoying it; he couldn't be that naive. His heart wasn't in it anymore, because he knew hers wasn't. Again, his mind flickered back to that day long ago. When 18 had kissed his cheek for no reason. It was real. It was something she chose.
It wasn't something he forced her to do.
Mumbling an excuse, the boy pulled himself out of the tub and dried and dressed himself. 18 watched him go without a fight. He had only paid for the bath, and she would say he got more than his money's worth. She sank deeper into the water, ready to relax properly now that he was gone.
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Anguish consumed Gohan as he wallowed in his dissatisfaction. He wanted real, genuine affection from 18, and he may have completely ruined his chances at that. Money was the only way to get her to do anything with him, so money was the way to keep going forward.
The boy had given 18 a bit of space while he figured out his thoughts. Laying on her bed, she stared at the ceiling, too many thoughts of her own running through her head. Part of her hated this, being paid to fuck a kid. The money was good, but it was eating away at her. But another part of her was starting to enjoy herself. The kid had gotten her off twice now, which was more than she could say for most of her past hookups. She contemplated the moral implications of her actions, conflicted between the financial benefits and her own sense of right and wrong. Yet, there was an undeniable thrill that overshadowed her guilt, intoxicating her with a forbidden pleasure she couldn't resist.
She sighed. She couldn't keep doing this. She had to go to Gohan and put her foot down. She couldn't keep doing this. Not to herself, and not to him. As she sat up on her bed, her door opened. There was Gohan, looking bashful with another stack of cash in his hand.
Eh, one more time wouldn't hurt.
"What is it this time?" 18 asked, trying to sound more annoyed than she actually was.
"One more time," Gohan said quietly.
18 rolled her eyes, "Fine." She didn't put up a fight. She pulled off her top as Gohan crawled onto the bed with her. Her eyes tracked the stack of bills he placed on the nightstand. Satisfied with the amount, she stripped the rest of the way down.
The blonde was about to lie down when Gohan stopped her. "I want you on top," he said, laying down himself. "And... Enjoy it. No pretending." 18 frowned. She grabbed the money and did a quick count. 90,000 zeni.
"Shit, for this much I'll let you call me Mommy," she said with a laugh.
Taking a moment to admire his young body beneath her, she lowered herself onto him further, leaning down to whisper in his ear, "Alright, you little bastard, maybe I do like it." She slammed against him, admitting her false facade to the few walls of the room, not giving a damn about the consequences. A newfound thrill washed through her, unapologetically giving in to her desires and testing the limits of their twisted alliance. As the room filled with their tangled moans, she couldn't help but revel in the forbidden pleasure. Each moment was a testament to their shared secrets, their hidden desires entwined in a dangerous dance that pushed the boundaries of morality.
18 savored the feeling of control, of domination, of pleasure in the sweetest places. Gohan's heated groans stimulated her in ways she hadn't been in ages, each one leaving a trail of adrenaline through her body. The young boy was a sexual lightning rod, growing even more powerful under her relentless advances. Her world was narrowed down to her thudding heart against her chest, his rock-hard erection between her legs, and the way his skin reflected the moon's soft glow.
Finding a newfound strength, Android 18 clawed at his chest with her fingernails as she upped her pace. Her rhythmic voice filled the room, barely containing the waves of lust that drowned her. The chilling silence between them was replaced by the very real warmth of her embrace. Her mind was enveloped in a feverish daze, propelled by a raw and unfiltered desire. As their bodies convulsed in unison, the boundary between pleasure and pain blurred into a symphony of ecstatic abandon.
Gohan, caught off guard by her sudden change of demeanor, thrashed beneath her, his hands gripping her thighs tightly. "Y-yes!" he gasped out, his voice an octave higher than normal. His excitement was evident, riveting her core with every thrust. "M-more, 18, give me more!"
His pleadings merged with her primal urges, igniting a fierce fire inside of her. She picked up the pace, intensifying both speed and force, feeling her muscles tense and release in a symphony of rhythmic movements. Every thrust, every moan, every moan escaped her lips played perfectly into their twisted symphony of lust and desire.
She had given up her mask, a newfound strength fueling her movements. Gohan's gasps turned into grunts, his delighted squirms pleasing to her ears. This made her move with more enthusiasm, leaning back with a satisfied smirk as she caught her breath. She gripped his hips more tightly, appreciating the way he twitched beneath her every time she thrust. "So you like this, huh?" she asked, a devious glint in her eyes.
In the haze of sexual hunger, she rode him harder, the wet thumping of their bodies echoing the agitation she had thought was confined to her loins. Her tongue flicked across her bottom lip, a mix of pleasure and guilt painting every moment.
Gohan's climax was swift and explosive, his cum coating 18's insides, fueling her own simmering need. She couldn't stop herself from shifting her hips, grinding against him, the friction heightening her own arousal.
18 bit back a moan, fighting to maintain control as the orgasm grew closer. Just when she thought they were done, another wave of intense pleasure washed over her, overwhelming her nervous system. At that moment, the lines between pleasure and pain blurred, replaced by an uncontrollable need for release.
Without warning, she arched her back, her nipples puckering even harder as she cried out her own orgasmic release. The combination of adrenaline and the foreign sensation left her momentarily breathless, her entire body trembling in aftershock.
His member felt less rigid, almost limp, but she wasn't done yet. Thrusting against him recklessly, she curled her fingers around his waist, leaning forward to whisper into his ear, "Not enough for me."
Breathless and desperate, she felt his fading reaction fuel her own lust even more. Her eyes blazed with a raw hunger she'd never known. His submission fueled her excitement, making her thoughts of responsibility vanish as she continued her assault. Her movements grew more feverish, fueled by a primal desire she couldn't suppress. Every touch, every thrust, only intensified the fire burning within her. She was consumed by a hunger that could not be quenched, lost in the intoxicating pleasure of their forbidden encounter.
Her breath ragged, 18 felt her cheeks flush with the embarrassment of being so wanton. Gohan was tired, but she found herself tired of feeling alone, and this... this was something else entirely. A wild, reckless abandon that she had long thought was unattainable. As she continued to grind against him, she couldn't deny the raw throb of passion that still dominated her every thought.
Each hard thrust felt like hammer against anvil, the rhythmic pace hypnotizing her. Her chest rose and fell, drowning out the room's silence with her rapid breath. Nothing could compare to the raw satisfaction she found at this moment, in the pulsing testament to her insatiable urge for pleasure.
Gohan's groans barely registered to her, knowing that this was barely a distraction compared to the overwhelming current inside her. She wanted more, craved the sensation like a drug, and she knew not why.
Determined, she pushed down any fear and emptied herself onto him - her secret life, her secret desires all crashing into a tight ball of reckless joy.
If he thought he was exhausted before, he was about to taste the true depths of her power. 18's endurance had reached a new plateau, her body fueled by an endless reserve of energy. This unquenchable desire overrode his physical state, the idea of releasing him never occurring to her.
Riding him harder, her hips bucked uncontrollably, her gaze fiery and calculated. Every gasp he let out felt like a reward for her tenacity, a symbol of her victory over his broken boundaries. "That's right," she whispered, darting a look at his face. "Take it."
She reveled in watching him squirm beneath her, the way his body bucked and jerked, wholly at her mercy. There was an unmissable twist of sadistic satisfaction within her, and she embraced it fully.
As she began panting out vulgar obscenities, losing herself within the confines of their new dance, she rode him, harder than before, savoring the sight of his exhausted yet pleading face. His helplessness was intoxicating - more powerful than any orgasm she had ever imagined.
In her absolute peak, she bore down onto him, riding him like a tempest that would leave him broken and gasping for air. As Gohan cried out, his arms shaking, she watched the pleasure give way to pain on his face. It didn't matter; there was no more pulling back. This was who she was, and there was a purpose in her destruction.
She wore him down, each thrust a declaration of power, a manifestation of her own cravings. He struggled to catch his breath, yet he could not escape her vise-like grip. His protests were silent, engulfed by the defiant tenacity of Android 18's determination.
Finally, as the intensity of her climax reached its pinnacle, she roared her frustration into the quiet room, her anger, her need for power, and the raw thrill of her dominance. It echoed between them like a decree, solidifying a bond born in taboo and greed.
Gasping for air, Android 18 collapsed onto him, her heart slowing down to a rhythm that felt near normal. She had broken her own rules and taken things far too far - a momentary lapse of judgment and insatiable desire.
Among the fleeting bits of exhaustion, she felt a strange wave of affection for the boy beneath her, like a pet that obeyed her every command. And instead of giving him treats, he gave her money. It was the perfect relationship. He was hers now, at least in her mind, an object of secret affection camouflaged by a twisted bond.
She patted him on the cheek, "Hey, you still alive?" Gohan softly muttered a response. "Good enough." Thanks to her limitless energy, 18 was already feeling 100%. "Listen," she said to the boy. "You want the real me? No pretending?"
Gohan nodded weakly, his eyes filled with uncertainty. "Then I'll let you in on a little secret," 18 continued, dropping her voice to a whisper. "I like fucking you." A small light flickered in Gohan's eyes. "As long as you've got the money, I'll do whatever you want."
"R- really?" the boy's voice was hoarse, weakened like the rest of him.
"Really," confirmed 18. "One rule though: If your mom ever finds out, that's it."
"Deal," said Gohan.
"Aright," 18 smiled and wrapped her arms around the boy. "What do you say we get some shuteye? We've had a pretty big day. And if you're good, I'll let you pay me again before your mom gets home."