West City at night was like a glass of aged red wine, deep, glossy, and intoxicating.
Inside the top floor residence of Capsule Corporation, however, the atmosphere carried a very different mood. The lazy stillness after the smoke of battle had cleared, mixed with the unmistakable air of surrender.
On the massive circular, climate controlled smart bed, silk sheets lay tangled as if they had survived a tidal wave.
The air still held the lingering scent of expensive aromatherapy, blended with a certain indescribable trace of hormones.
"Stop… ceasefire! I declare a ceasefire!"
A pale hand, trembling slightly, struggled out from beneath the covers. It weakly waved a white handkerchief twice before dropping back down.
Bulma had wrapped herself up tight like a cocoon.
Only her eyes were visible, eyes that normally sparkled with intelligence but were now filled with pure terror. She stared unblinkingly at the bald man sitting at the edge of the bed, who looked refreshed and was even doing light stretches.
"Krillin, are you a demon? No. Are you a perpetual motion machine?"
Her voice was thick and hoarse, the aftermath of severe overuse.
"This is the fourth day! Four full days! My waist is about to resign and run away from home!"
Krillin turned around, his bare upper body gleaming under the soft wall lights, solid and polished like carved marble.
The Saitama Template granted more than raw power. It came with stamina that seemed endless.
The past few days of high intensity activity had not even counted as a warm up for him. Instead, he felt invigorated, every cell in his body buzzing with energy.
"Honey, isn't this all in response to the S rank mission, the Creation Project?"
Krillin blinked innocently and reached out to tug at Bulma's blanket.
"And besides, this kind of deep emotional exchange helps improve my… well, all kinds of stats."
"I don't care about stats!"
Bulma shrank deeper into the bed like a startled rabbit, her voice full of outrage.
"I feel like a piece of rice cake that's been beaten flat over and over!"
"Even a body enhanced by Shenron can't handle this kind of frequency!"
"Tonight… absolutely not! I'm taking a break!"
Seeing the exhaustion she could no longer hide, and the faint marks along her neck, the playful mood in Krillin's heart vanished, replaced by genuine concern.
His physique had become too overwhelming.
Even with the system set to Gentle Mode, it was still a sweet burden that Bulma struggled to bear.
Krillin sighed, withdrew his hand, and softened his gaze.
"Alright. I won't touch you."
He sat back down, simply patting the trembling cocoon through the blanket.
Bulma froze for a moment, then cautiously peeked out, half her head emerging.
She looked at Krillin's noseless face, at the sincere worry in his eyes. The grievance in her chest suddenly twisted into guilt.
"Am I… useless?"
Her eyes dropped, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I was the one who provoked you first. I'm your wife…"
"But I can't even keep up with this. You're so strong now, the strongest in the universe, and I…"
As the heiress of Capsule Corporation and a genius scientist, Bulma was used to being in control.
But standing before Krillin's inhuman body, she felt for the first time a gap at the level of species itself.
The helplessness frustrated her, and even frightened her.
She was afraid she would fall behind him.
"Silly girl."
Krillin gently brushed her cheek, tucking a loose strand of blue hair behind her ear.
"This is about joy. About expressing love. It's not a mission."
His voice was low and steady, calming and reassuring.
"If you're in pain, then my pleasure means nothing. And besides…"
He paused deliberately, leaning in with a mischievous grin.
"You're seriously underestimating yourself."
"Keeping the strongest man on Earth in bed for four straight days is already an incredible achievement, Dr. Bulma."
Bulma's face instantly turned bright red.
Embarrassed and flustered, she reached out and pinched his chest, only to find it hard as steel.
"Smooth talker!"
"I mean it."
Krillin caught her hand and pressed a kiss to it.
"Get some proper rest tonight. I'll give you a massage, use my energy to ease your muscles. I promise you'll be back to full power by morning."
"Just a massage?" Bulma asked warily.
"Just a massage. I swear on my bald head."
Under the warmth of Krillin's hands and his finely controlled energy, Bulma's tense, aching muscles slowly relaxed.
The sensation was like soaking in a hot spring. Before long, her eyelids drooped, and her breathing grew steady and deep.
Krillin watched his sleeping lover with a tender expression.
He gently tucked the blanket around her, then closed his eyes and summoned the system interface.
Host: Krillin
Status: Fully energized, slightly overflowing
Recent achievement: Four consecutive days of deep interaction
Attribute update:
Current stats:
Strength: 4500 (MAX, limit broken)
Speed: 4500 (MAX, limit broken)
Constitution: 4500 (MAX, limit broken)
Spirit: 4500 (MAX, limit broken)
Stamina: Infinite (Saitama Template trait)
Charm: 175 (up by 15, current rating: walking hormone, irresistible presence)
Saitama Template synchronization: 30 percent
Special skill update: Divine Healing, proficiency increased. Now capable of more precise fatigue removal and soft tissue recovery.
"My strength went up again…"
Krillin clenched his fist, feeling the power surging within him.
Getting stronger without even trying was undeniably addictive.
But this excess energy with nowhere to go was also becoming a problem.
"Looks like I should find somewhere to stretch my muscles tomorrow."
He glanced at the moonlight outside the window and smiled helplessly.
…
The next morning, the sunlight was almost blinding.
After a night of Divine Healing treatment, Bulma was fully revived.
Aside from a faint phantom soreness along her inner thighs when she walked, her mental state was astonishingly good.
"Krillin! Get up! Today I'm going shopping!"
Bulma threw off his blanket and stood at the head of the bed, hands on her hips. She was wearing a fitted crop top and hot pants that perfectly showed off her figure. Her long legs were impossible to ignore.
"To compensate for my work related injury these past few days, you're my personal porter today!"
"At your service, my queen."
Krillin sprang up in one smooth motion, casually showing off his flawless abs.
West City's commercial district was the most bustling place on the planet.
Hovercars crisscrossed the sky, while massive holographic billboards displayed the latest Capsule Corporation products.
The two walked hand in hand down the street, drawing more than double the normal attention.
The man was bald and sharp featured, lean and powerful, with eyes that were keen yet relaxed.
The woman was stunning and fashionable, radiating confidence with every step.
Together, they looked like a living magazine spread.
"That one! That limited edition bag!"
"These shoes! They're made with the newest synthetic leather!"
"Wow! This shop actually has gemstones imported from Mars!"
Bulma entered full shopping mode, while Krillin obediently played the role of accessory.
His hands, neck, and even elbows were covered in shopping bags.
With strength well over three thousand, a few hundred pounds felt lighter than feathers.
For fun, he even used a bit of flight technique to make the bags float slightly, sparing his hands from being squeezed.
"Krillin, do you think this hair clip suits me?"
Bulma stopped at an accessory stall, holding up a jeweled butterfly clip.
"It does. Anything looks good on you."
Krillin smiled. It was not flattery, just honesty.
With his charm at 175, the world itself seemed more beautiful to him.
Just as they were enjoying this rare, ordinary happiness, a sharp screech of brakes and panicked screams shattered the calm of the shopping street.
"Everyone on the ground! Now!"
A wild, arrogant roar echoed from the far end of the street, followed by the thunder of a motorcycle engine.
Krillin raised an eyebrow, his eyes instantly sharpening.
"Looks like today's entertainment has arrived."