A/N: I know I said that the Z-era would be done in about three more chapters, but I've decided to make a few more chapters than three before closing the book on Z. I think it's about time we explore Roshi's many different relationships with the Dragon Ball girls before going into Super.

There's a lot of smut this chapter, though with some plot thrown into the mix. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 10: The Three L's of Kame House (Lies, Lust and Love)

The day after Videl's training had started more lively than Roshi ever imagined it to!

"You bastard!" Launch screamed at him, her eyes blazing with fury as she hurled a stack of books at Roshi.

Roshi's honed instincts kicked in as he deftly dodged the projectiles, his movements quick and precise. He could feel the wind from the books as they whizzed past his face. Now this was a surprise. This was the docile, blue-haired version of Launch, but she looked at him with an anger that was usually reserved only by her blonde counterpart.

"What did I do?" Roshi asked innocently, pretending not to understand why Launch was so angry.

"Don't play dumb with me!" Launch continued to seethe, her voice rising with each passing second. "You know exactly what you did! How could you keep such a secret from me all these years?" Launch's anger intensified. "You didn't care to tell me that you're the real father of Marron? How could you do this to me?"

Launch's anger had been building for days. Once she realized the truth, it had all become obvious. Roshi and Eighteen's murmurs when they thought no one was watching, the coveted groping, their sudden disappearance each day; they'd been doing it behind her back all this time. The secret hurt more than the act itself. Roshi was a lecherous man; monogamy wasn't in his vocabulary. After their closeness all these years, however, she never expected him to keep such secrets from her.

Roshi's heart sank as he watched the anger in Launch's eyes turn to hurt and desperation. He had never intended to hurt her, but he knew that his actions had caused her pain.

He looked down at the ground, feeling guilty and ashamed. How could he have been so careless with such a gentle soul's feelings? He had always known that Launch was a sensitive person, but he had never realized just how much his actions could affect her. "Launch..."

As Launch approached him, Roshi's eyes met hers. He could see the pain and vulnerability in her gaze.

"I... I know we won't be enough for you... but..." Launch's cheeks were rosy from her confession, hesitantly playing with her fingers. "We hoped you had at least accepted us as your partner by now." She placed one hand on his surprised face. "It won't be exclusive of course. We'd never ask that of you, but... Please be with us."

Launch wanted to be with him? "U- Us?"

Launch nodded and reached into her pocket, pulling out a feather. She rubbed it against her nose until... "Achoo!" In an instant, her angelic face disappeared, replaced by a rougher complexion and yellow-blonde curls instead of her usual blue. Despite the change, she was still just as beautiful. However, there was something different about her today; the blonde rebel appeared softer and more vulnerable. Her cheeks were flushed with a light blush as she nervously played with her hair, and her eyes darted to the side.

Roshi's breath hitched. Her demeanor...? He was old and wilted; they were youthful and radiant, but could it be so regardless? Could both versions of Launch truly be...?! "You're in love with me too?"

Launch's face turned bright red as she let out a gruff sigh. "D- Don't get the wrong idea, old man," she muttered, avoiding eye contact. It was rare to see her so flustered. "I- I'm not in love with you or anything."

"Oh, I see," he said softly. "I just thought..."

"I know what you thought," Launch interrupted, her tone still gruff. "But you're wrong. I'm just..."

Their lips met in a sudden and passionate kiss that left Launch momentarily stunned. She was caught off guard by the suddenness of it all and her hands rose up to meet his chest in surprise. But as their lips touched, she found herself immersed in the moment, unable to resist the intensity of their attraction. Although they had kissed before, this time felt different, more charged with emotion. It was as if the old fart had seen through her tough exterior, and she found herself lost in the passion of the moment, instinctively wrapping her arms around Roshi's neck. As they parted, their eyes locked, and Launch's heart raced with a mix of excitement and uncertainty.

"B- Bed!" Launch blurted out in an attempt the penetrate the thick silence. Her awkward appearance was the complete opposite of her usual confident appearance. "G- Get on the bed!"

Roshi hesitated for a moment, but then gave in to the moment and followed Launch to the bed. The room was filled with a charged energy as they fumbled with each other's clothes, their movements awkward yet driven by the intensity of their emotions. They were both inexperienced with having sex like this – usually, they were guided by nothing but their lust, not love – but their attraction to each other was strong enough to guide them. Launch crawled on top of Roshi, straddling him as she took off her own top, revealing her ample chest. Her breathing became more labored as she watched him take off his own shirt. They locked eyes, wordlessly conveying the depth of their emotions.

They hungrily explored each other's bodies, their movements slow and gentle at first, but growing more passionate with each passing moment. They kissed each other deeply, their tongues dancing in each other's mouths.

They continued to kiss as they moved against each other, the heat between them growing with each passing moment. Launch moaned softly as she ground her hips against his, her hands exploring his chest. Roshi's hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her breasts and hips. They moved together as one, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. "Oh, Launch," he groaned as he punctured and thrust up into her. "You feel so good."

Launch gasped as she felt him inside of her, their bodies moving in perfect sync. They lost themselves in the moment, lost in their love for each other. Launch's moans grew louder and more frenzied as they reached the pinnacle of their passion. Despite having had many partners, she had never made love before. The experience was new to her and made her heart flutter. In a moment of overwhelming ecstasy, she screamed out, "I love you, Roshi! I love you so much!" Her admission echoed through the room, the confession she'd been holding inside finally released. She wanted the whole world to know how she felt about her old pervert.

Launch's words sent a wave of excitement through Roshi's body, causing him to grow even harder and up the pace of his thrusts. Fucking desirable women had become almost normal for him; them declaring their love for him however... Launch's body trembled with pleasure as she felt him going deeper and deeper inside her. She moaned and screamed out, unable to contain her pleasure any longer.

As their bodies collided in a frenzy of passion, the bed beneath them began to shake and squeak with each thrust. Launch's moans grew louder and more frequent as Roshi's movements became more intense, and soon the entire room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking. The headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust, and the intensity of their pleasure was so great that the room seemed to spin around them. Launch's grip on the sheets tightened as he ploughed her harder than she could take!

Their movements became more urgent as they neared the peak of their passion. Launch cried out his name as she reached her climax, her body shaking with pleasure.

Roshi followed shortly after, his body wracked with pleasure as he came inside her.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies still entwined, as they basked in the warmth of their lovemaking. It was different this time, not just driven by lust but by the depth of their emotions for each other. "I never knew making love could feel like this," Launch said softly, her head resting on his chest. His heart was beating rapidly – from exertion of course, but perhaps... also something more?

As an old hermit and his maid confessed their love to one another, Eighteen felt somewhat restless as she paced around the house, her arms crossed and her face stoic. What was that old geezer up to? She'd tried to create some distance between the two and it actually worked? Normally, her trying to ignore the pervert lead nowhere. He'd appear in her bedroom with his pants down, demanding her to pleasure him, eagerly reminding her of their promise. These last few days, however... He hadn't summoned her even once.

It was supposed to be a blessing, but... Though she loathed the old master, there were things only he could provide her. That thought only served to frustrate her more.

As his wife growled, Krillin eyed her in delight from behind her restless frame.

Krillin truly loved his wife. He honestly didn't deserve a woman so unbelievably striking. Her attractive face, her blonde hair and that incredibly body – what had he done to deserve her?

Krillin watched Eighteen as she sauntered around the room, his gaze fixated on her body. He felt himself growing harder as she bended over, presenting her great ass to him. Krillin couldn't help but gulp as he watched her, feeling his desire for her intensify. In his pants, a growing bulge betrayed his excitement for her. He sneaked up behind her, placing his hands on her hips and pulling her close. "Let's go to the bedroom," he whispered in her ear. "I want you so much right now."

Eighteen turned to look at him, rolling her eyes in annoyance at his suggestive behavior, but feeling willing enough to oblige. As annoying as it was, with the old man not touching her these last few days, she relied on Krillin for her bodily needs. "Fine."

"Oh wow..." Roshi was in repose, holding his maid in his arms. After giving her blonde counterpart such a passionate display, Roshi hadn't stopped until his blue-haired maid had received the same treatment of zealous lovemaking. They'd been going at it for hours when they finally stopped.

Launch rolled on top of him, their naked bodies pressing against each other, and claimed his lips.

"I love you, Master." At her admission of love, she felt his semi-hard rod thump against her bare thigh.

"I love you too, Launch."

And so began the romance between the Turtle Hermit and his ever-loyal maid as they both drifted into peaceful slumber.

"Eighteen!"

Krillin was on top of the blonde, his smaller frame making him eyelevel with his wife's wobbling breasts whilst he thrusted into her. They rocked in line with his thrusts. Despite his obvious effort, it was clear he was affected more by her than she was by him. He grunted and groaned; Eighteen offered nothing more than an occasional moan. As far as Krillin knew, no man could make his wife cry out in passion after Doctor Gero's cybernetic enhancements to her body.

Eighteen's mind drifted, unimpressed by Krillin's efforts. She couldn't help but compare him to the old man. Krillin's attempts were nothing compared to those memories. As he continued to thrust, she found herself bored and uninterested. She couldn't wait for it to be over so she could fall asleep. The thought of faking an orgasm crossed her mind, but she quickly dismissed it.

Krillin still couldn't believe his cock was inside such a hot woman! Back when he was young, Launch usually paraded around the house in the lingerie Master Roshi had given them, resulting in him more than once locking his door until he expelled his lust - usually needing more than one round to be satisfied. And when he, Bulma and Gohan travelled to Namek; he kept bobbing his hand over his rock-hard penis as a result of Bulma strutting around the ship in nothing but her underwear. Never in his life would he have dared to dream that he would one day have a wife of similar caliber to nestle his dick in! He felt like the luckiest man in the world. He'd thought Maron would be the hot piece of ass that he couldn't believe he was letting loose in, but he unfortunately never got that far with her.

Although, perhaps thinking about all those sexy women while being balls deep inside his tight wife wasn't the best time to do so? He was already close, and it hadn't been that long since they started...

Shit! Shit! Shit!

"Gnh!" His muscles spasmed, his hips thrusting forward to let loose. He came much sooner than he wanted. Not again... he lamented as his seeds were erupted inside his blonde wife.

Krillin felt a mix of disappointment and embarrassment as he came much sooner than he wanted. He cursed himself for not being able to last longer and felt like he had let down Eighteen. Not only that, he couldn't believe he had let himself down again.

Krillin pulled out of Eighteen and rolled onto his back, feeling embarrassed and apologetic. Despite his efforts, she hadn't been fully satisfied. She sat up, running a hand through her blonde hair as she looked at her husband.

"I'm sorry, Eighteen," he said, looking up at the ceiling. "I didn't mean to finish so quickly. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

Eighteen sat up, a small smile on her face. "It's alright, Krillin," she said, placing a hand on his chest. "I know you didn't mean to."

Krillin felt his cheeks heat up, feeling both grateful and embarrassed. He turned to look at her, taking in her beautiful body. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have her as his wife. "I'll make it up to you," he repeated, feeling determined. "I'll do whatever it takes to satisfy you, Eighteen." Krillin gave Eighteen a sleepy smile. "Good night," he whispered before closing his eyes.

Eighteen mumbled a reply but couldn't fall asleep. Her mind was still focused on the issues in their relationship lately. Krillin was a great husband, and she loved him dearly, but she couldn't help feeling unfulfilled in some way. He wasn't very big, and he didn't have much stamina either. In a way, it was all that old man's fault. Krillin's sexual abilities had never bothered her before she spread her legs for the hermit that first time. It hadn't bothered her much after either.

Until now it seemed.

Krillin's breathing slowed and deepened, and Eighteen lay there, still awake, feeling frustrated and alone. She sighed, trying to ignore the feeling of emptiness inside her. She knew that no matter how hard Krillin tried, he would never be able to satisfy her the way she wanted. But for the sake of their relationship, she decided to keep her feelings to herself and just go along with it. She didn't want to bring it up with Krillin right now; she knew he was tired and she didn't want to start a fight. But she couldn't ignore her feelings forever.

It was in that moment that a thought entered Eighteen's head. Her mind drifted to the old man down the hall. The thought was so foreign, so unfamiliar, that it left Eighteen feeling disoriented. In her own mind, she had always been faithful to her husband. The deal she'd made with Roshi had been for Krillin's sake. She never even considered seeking the geezer out herself. But now, as she lay there... she felt the temptation. Should she give in to her desires? It was a question that plagued her, as she tossed and turned in bed.

In the end Eighteen closed her eyes, trying to block out the thoughts that were racing through her mind.

Giving herself to that revolting old pervert on her own accord? How despicable...

It seemed Launch and Eighteen lived very opposite lives at the moment. Where Eighteen fell asleep unfulfilled, Launch had fallen asleep in Roshi's embrace after a passionate night of lovemaking. And when they woke up... They just kept going!

"Master!"

Both were standing, Launch's slightly leaning back, hands pressing against the nightstand behind her for support, her legs spread for vacate the hermit between them. Her top had been dragged passed her breasts, her teeth clenching the fabric to keep it from plummeting back and covering them. Her eyes were half-lidded her face strained as she endured her lover's heavy thrusts.

He slapped her bouncing tit, earning a rough grunt from his maid.

Launch's voice was a mixture of pleasure and pain, her body trembling with each hard thrust. "Yes, Master," she moaned, her eyes closing as she focused on the overwhelming sensations. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room as her lover continued to pound into her, his movements becoming faster and more erratic. Launch could feel her climax building, her body tightening as she approached the edge. "Oh, Master," she cried out, her nails digging into the wood of the nightstand as she reached her peak

"Do you want it, Launch? Do you want your lover's thick sperm in your womb?"

Launch moaned with pleasure and replied, "Yes, Master, I want your thick sperm in my womb," as she felt herself teetering on the brink of orgasm. Her lover grunted in response, his movements becoming even more forceful as he reached his own climax, filling her with his seed. They both collapsed against each other, panting and sweating, the room filled with the scent of sex.

Launch giggled before she grabbed his hand. "I think we need a shower, Master," she said, a suggestive twinkle in her eye. "We're both so dirty."

As Eighteen stood at the door of Kame House, watching her daughter, Marron, play in the sand, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relaxation. The cool breeze coming off the ocean was a welcome relief from the hot, stuffy weather they'd been experiencing lately.

Marron had taken to building a sandcastle, and Eighteen couldn't help but smile as she watched her daughter's little hands carefully shape the sand into turrets and walls. She's getting bigger, Eighteen thought to herself.

As Marron happily played in the sand, Eighteen let her thoughts wander. The old man had ignored her for the most part these last few days. In more ways than one she felt it was a blessing. Gone was the guilt she felt each time the geezer demanded her to satisfy him. He'd rarely even touched her lately.

However, her mind couldn't help but wander to the memories of his skill. His long length and incredible stamina left her body yearning for more. She remembered the way he would caress her body all over. He might be a pervert, but that part of him made him relish every curve of her body. She missed the way he would run his hands over her hips and marvel at the length of her legs, sometimes spending hours just exploring every inch of her body, worshipping her breasts as if they were full of milk, sucking on them hungrily and eliciting waves of pleasure that would leave her gasping for breath. It was as if he was on a mission to discover every little secret and every little quirk that made her unique, and he reveled in it. Despite his perversions, she couldn't help but feel drawn to him and the way he worshipped her body. Catching herself thinking of that vile man with such regard, Eighteen shook her head to eliminate such thoughts. "Tsk!"

Not again...

Just then, a gust of wind blew past, scattering sand all over Marron's castle and causing the child to giggle with delight. Despite her issues, Eighteen chuckled to herself. "At least someone's having fun."

Smoke rose from the hot water, two silhouettes barely visible behind the condensation-covered glass. One was clearly a woman, her hands and tits were seen as they pressed against the shower glass, rosy nipples surrounded by milky flesh.

"Ooooooh fuck yeah" Launch moaned, biting her lip. Much to the timid Launch's frustration, it was her counterpart's turn to have fun with their master. The old man was fingering her. He stood behind her; middle and ring finger working deep inside. Her palmed hands roamed against the slippery glass in response to his ministrations, her hips shaking, twirling against his rubbing digits.

He pulled at her left arm to rest it against her back. Like this, he could lightly caress one of her swollen breasts, still mashed against the glass. How was the old fart so skilled at this, Launch wondered. Was is because he often gave Eighteen this treatment? Roshi had told her all about his sexual escapades with the mother of his secret child, and she'd grown wet from his lecherous tales alone.

If the hermit was to be believed, Eighteen did everything he asked of her, all for the sake of protecting the secret of his role in conceiving Marron. The cold cyborg and her hadn't talked often in all those years they lived here, but Launch couldn't deny her attraction for the blonde. It was a different kind of attraction than she had for Maron and Panchy; those were based on lust. Eighteen, however... she wanted to see such an icy lady lose her cool from getting ravaged by Roshi's massive dick.

"Heh heh! You're starting to clamp down!"

Launch gasped and moaned, feeling her body tighten around Roshi's fingers. "Oh Dende, please don't stop," she whimpered, her head tilting back as she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her. It was embarrassing to admit, but the old man knew how to work her body better than anyone else. Launch's moans grew louder, more desperate as Roshi's fingers continued to work their magic inside of her. Eighteen and Roshi... She wanted to watch them fuck so bad. "Fuck, yes!" she cried out, unable to contain her pleasure from the thought of her lover drilling into the blonde cyborg, making the icy maiden squeal in delight.

The way he touched her was almost too much to bear, but at the same time, she didn't want it to stop. She wanted more, needed more, and she didn't care who knew it. Roshi was the master of her body, and she was his willing slave.

Roshi chuckled, his fingers never faltering as they worked her over.

Launch's breathing became shallow and rapid as her climax approached, and when it finally hit her, she cried out loud enough for the whole island to hear. She slumped forward against the glass, her legs weak and trembling as the aftershocks of her orgasm coursed through her body. Launch's orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing against Roshi's fingers as she screamed out her pleasure. She had never felt so alive, so fulfilled, and so utterly consumed by her desire. When it was over, she sagged against the glass, gasping for breath, her body sated and exhausted.

For a moment, there was silence in the steam-filled shower, broken only by the sound of their labored breathing. Then, Roshi spoke up, his eyes twinkling. "We're not done yet." Launch's eyes widened in surprise, but then she felt Roshi's hand on her hip, pulling her closer. She gasped as she felt the hard length of his cock pressing against her ass, and she knew what he wanted next.

"No wait," she protested, blocking his attempt to enter her. She eyed him with a mischievous spark. "I want you to use that thick monster on someone else."

After the duo got dressed, Roshi and Launch made their way downstairs. Roshi couldn't believe what he was hearing as Launch to him what she desired of him. She wanted to get off from watching him have sex with another woman?! "Are... Are you sure?" He knew the two Launchs had told him they didn't expect him to be with other women, but... Was this really okay?

Launch smirked at him, pecked his cheek and whispered, "Go on. Fuck the shit out of her."

"Heh heh!" That Launch... Sweet Dende, I love that girl!

Android Eighteen stood at the sink, her hands submerged in soapy water as she scrubbed away at the dirty dishes. It was a task that she had taken upon herself, a small act of service to her friends who had welcomed her into their lives. As she worked, her mind drifted to other things, lost in her own thoughts. So lost in her thoughts that Eighteen didn't hear the soft footfalls of Master Roshi as he approached her. It wasn't until he spoke that she was pulled back to the present moment.

"Ahem, Eighteen," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "You seem to be lost in thought."

Startled, the blonde cyborg turned around to face him, her eyes widening in surprise. "Roshi," she said, her tone neutral. "I didn't hear you."

The old hermit chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I figured as much," he said. Master Roshi leaned against the counter, watching her as she continued to scrub at the dishes. "You must have been in deep thought if you didn't hear me come up to you."

Eighteen nodded. "I suppose I was."

"You know," he said, his voice suave. "Let me plough you out of your musings," he said, his voice dripping with lust. Unapologetically, he reached out and firmly placed his hand on her ass.

She paused in her work, turning to look at him. At his successful attempt at getting her attention, he noticeably squeezed her cheek.

Android Eighteen felt a flutter in her chest as Master Roshi's hand lingered on her backside. She couldn't deny that there was a part of her that appreciated – perhaps even needed – his lust. He was the only one who could pleasure her the way she needed, that much had become obvious to her. As he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her neck, she couldn't help but feel a rush of desire.

"Master Roshi," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The old hermit grinned, his eyes alight with excitement. "Come on... Remember our little deal," he said, his hand moving up to brush against her hair. "I gave you a child, and now your body will be mine forever."

Eighteen couldn't help but feel a little thrill of excitement. With the old man leaving her alone, she hadn't sought him out. She'd given her husband the chance to ensure she didn't need the hermit as long as he kept his distance, but her husband had failed her. He showered her in love, and for that she'd love him till her dying breath, but.. She had needs to, and Krillin wasn't able to satisfy her the way she wanted to.

This old man though. This incorrigible, terrible old pervert... He knew just what she wanted.

Memories of their past sexual encounters filled her mind, and despite her better judgment, she found herself giving in to her lust and desire for him once again. She hated herself for feeling this way, for betraying her husband Krillin and succumbing to the old pervert's advances, but she couldn't help it. Roshi knew just how to touch her and make her feel alive, even if it was wrong. As much as she loathed him for his lecherous ways, she couldn't resist the pleasure he gave her. The thoughts of her husband faded away as she gave in to her carnal desires for what the old hermit could give her once more.

Even though she didn't have a choice in the matter if she wanted Roshi to stay quiet about their child, it still felt like it was her own decision to wordlessly agree to his command.

Eighteen was down on her knees, her ass supported on her heels, her hands palmed next to each other on the floor. She'd wordlessly taken the old man's hand and guided him to his bedroom. It wasn't just their shared secret that had guided her actions this time. Her body craved a skilled man.

The blonde tresses of her hair mirrored the movements of her swaying head. The old man's thick cock filled her orifice, pressing her tongue against the floor of her mouth, stretching her lips as she attempted to take it all in. Saliva dribbled down her chin as she worked hard to pleasure him with her mouth.

"Heh heh! I sure missed this mouth of yours, Eighteen!"

The aged hermit moaned with pleasure as he thrust deeper into Eighteen's mouth. She worked tirelessly, bobbing her head up and down, taking him all in. Her ability to take all inches down her throat without gagging was as impressive as ever. Her hands rubbed his balls as she sucked him with increasing enthusiasm. Between her legs, her pussy leaked with hidden desire.

"Eighteen!" Finally, he couldn't hold it any longer and his body shuddered as he climaxed, shooting his hot load deep into her mouth. Eighteen's cheeks bulged as she was surprised by the amount of sperm the old man shot into her mouth. She had never tasted so much of it before, but gulped it all down. Eighteen eagerly swallowed every drop, her tongue swirling around to ensure she had cleaned him thoroughly. As she continued to clean him off, he grabbed her by the hair and guided her head back and forth, thrusting his cock deeper into her mouth. She gagged ever so slightly from the suddenness, but then adjusted to the size and rhythm of his thrusts, taking him deeper and deeper. As he pulled out of her mouth, happy with her cleansing, she gasped for air, a string of saliva and cum connecting her lips to his cock.

Eighteen moaned, before licking her lips clean and looking up at him with a sultry gaze, ready for more.

Roshi eyed her sultry gaze with astonishment, licking his lips, enjoying the view of her seductive figure. There was something different about the icy beauty today. Not only had she responded to his nagging by guiding him to his bedroom and sucking his cock; she seemed more... willing than usual. Though she'd never once denied him, he usually had to remind her more than once of their deal before she allowed his hands to touch her. He couldn't help but feel a stirring in his loins as he imagined what he could do to her in this cooperative state. His mind was filled with explicit thoughts as he contemplated the possibilities, imagining himself taking her in every way imaginable. He felt himself growing harder at the thought, unable to resist the temptation.

"Get on the bed," he demanded, his voice firm.

Eighteen obeyed the old man's command and climbed onto the bed, spreading her legs wide open, exposing her moist and glistening pussy for him.

Eighteen lay on the edge of the bed, Roshi's hands on her wide hips as he stood in front of her. She supported herself on her elbows to watch where he planned to pierce her. His large pole stood erect, the obtuse head pressing against her folds, eager to submerge itself to the hilt. She hated how much she welcomed the anticipation of getting filled by him. As they locked eyes, Eighteen felt a sense of anticipation building inside her. She knew what was about to happen, and despite her initial reservations, she was ready for it. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear, and whispered words of encouragement and praise. Eighteen felt her body respond to his touch, growing more and more eager for him to take her fully.

Another man than her husband was about to pierce her, and with lust clouding everything but this moment, Eighteen found herself not caring. Her breath was stilled in anticipation.

The hermit's hands on her wide hips, his own hips surged forward, immersing his entire length in a trice; his thick width blazing through her compressed walls until he was fully sheathed. Their groins mashed with a loud smack. Eighteen could not feign indifference, she groaned as her head fell back, her back arching and nails clawing into the sheets as his balls nestled against her. "Ngh!" He was so much bigger than Krillin!

Roshi gave her no chance to adjust and set a steady rhythm, pulling back and thrusting in again, eliciting a chorus of moans and gasps from Eighteen. Her developed tits shook wildly, boasting their suppleness as they tried to match the geezer's tempo the best they could.

Roshi pounded into Eighteen with unrelenting force, causing her to scream in ecstasy as her body was rocked by waves of pleasure. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she arched her back, and she gripped the sheets tightly as he thrust into her again and again. Despite the significant age difference between them, Roshi's experience in the bedroom was evident as he expertly brought Eighteen to the brink of orgasm. Her breasts bounced and jiggled with each thrust, adding to the intensity of the experience. The sight of her breasts jiggling and bouncing with each thrust only drove a lecherous perv like him even wilder with lust.

She had such great fucking tits!

Eighteen moaned uncontrollably, unable to hide her pleasure from Roshi's expert moves. He was taking her in ways Krillin would never be able to. Even with Gero's alterations making her less sensitive, Roshi had more than enough length and thickness to make her squeal. Without any guilt to hold her back, she couldn't help but admit how much she loved every moment of it.

"Heh heh! Oh yeah, that's it! Let this old geezer have his way with you, Eighteen! Admit how much you love it!"

Roshi delved into Eighteen with unbridled passion, each movement causing her to cry out. As his rhythm increased, Roshi's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her closer to him. With each thrust, he clenched into her flesh, leaving marks behind as a testament to their intense fuck.

Eighteen could feel the pressure building inside her, her body tensing with each passing second. She knew she was close to the edge, and with one final thrust, Roshi pushed her over it. Eighteen screamed in pleasure as she reached the peak of ecstasy, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. As she came down from her orgasmic high, Eighteen collapsed onto the bed, her body limp and sated. Roshi continued to thrust into her for a few more moments. "Eighteen!" With one final, powerful thrust, the geezer pressed himself deep into the blonde, hitting her cervix as he released inside of her. She felt the warm rush of his seed filling her up, ready to try and conceive another child.

As Eighteen lay there, panting and sweating, Roshi pulled out of her with a satisfied smile on his face. He looked down at her and grinned – he was far from done with her.

"That's right, fuck that whore." Long ago, Launch and Roshi had created a gloryhole between their bedrooms. Most of the time, it'd been used as a means to keep their relationship exciting – or, that one time, to trick Maron – but now it served as the perfect peeping hole for Launch to watch her man plough another woman. Her arousal dripped down from her nether lips as she watched the scene, feeling an intoxicating mix of arousal and jealousy. It was a reminder that she was just as much a participant in their erotic games as Roshi and the woman he was currently enjoying.

Eighteen straddled the hermit after he commanded her to get on top, her nubile body shaking as she rode him. Her breasts rippled with every movement, driving him wild with desire. She was an expert rider, her hips grinding against him in perfect rhythm. He could feel her heat, her wetness, enveloping him as she took him deeper inside her. She moaned, a sound of pure pleasure, and he could tell she was close to her release. He couldn't take his eyes off her, mesmerized by her beauty and the way she moved.

As Launch watched, her arousal built to a fever pitch. She couldn't help but pleasure herself as she watched her man enjoy another woman through the gloryhole. When Roshi told her about his authority over the cyborg, she thought it an exaggeration. Now though, it was crystal clear he'd told her the truth. Eighteen abided his every word. Her fingers danced across her sensitive nub, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine. Launch let out a soft moan, not caring if Roshi or the other woman heard her. In that moment, all that mattered was her own pleasure and the erotic scene playing out in front of her.

Eighteen's hips gyrated around his length, stirring his cock, her hands palmed on his chest. Her ass swung left, right, to and fro. As Eighteen moved her hips, her curves rippled sensually, mesmerizing the old pervert. The sensual swaying of her magnificent curves satisfied all his lecherous yearnings. Her body was a work of art, and he couldn't get enough of it. Her hands roamed across his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken with every movement. His cock stirred inside her, driven by her gyrations. Her ass swayed from side to side, drawing his eyes to her curves.

She was perfection in motion.

How long they been going at it? Eighteen had lost count of how many times he'd sprayed his load inside her. She was on all fours, her ass up in the air; he was behind her, thrusting his hips with such vigor her ass was beaten red from the force of his thrusts. She was sweating, her face flush from effort.

Roshi could feel her tightness around him, her pussy clamping down on him with each stroke. He groaned, feeling himself getting close to the edge again. "Oh Dende!" His arms wrapped around her stomach, just below her dangling tits; like this, he had no choice but keep himself deep inside, his thrusts short but sharp. His cock was raw and sore, but he couldn't stop himself from plunging into her again and again. "You're so fucking hot!"

Eighteen let out a high-pitched cry when he erupted inside her walls, her head thrown back in ecstasy when she came as well. Her pussy clenched tightly around him, milking him for all he was worth. They collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweating, their bodies entwined.

Roshi looked at her, her face flushed and her hair a tangled mess, and knew he wanted her again. Cheekily, his eyes turned to the hole in his wall. If Eighteen hadn't been enough to harden him again, surely the knowledge of his maid pleasuring herself at the sight of him fucking would be enough to toughen up for the umpteenth time.

Launch was a mess. She had lost count of the amount of times being the voyeur to her man fucking another had made her climax. Her legs were shaking, her sweaty hair sticking to her flushed face, a puddle of juices had gathered directly below her leaking crotch. Her entire body was trembling, balancing herself by leaning against the wall as to not fall over. Her heart was beating rapidly, her slumped body gasping for air.

Her mind was filled by nothing but sex and pleasure, her face slightly deranged. Hell, even a hopeless loser like Oolong could barge in and freely take her for all she cared!

More! She wanted more!

Roshi had done so well. One more. She only wanted to see one more thing.

"You hopeless pervert" Eighteen spat at him. "You can't really expect me to-?"

Roshi surprised the blonde by flipping her on her stomach. "Don't be such a prude, Eighteen," he uttered through his perverted laughs. "It's not like you can deny me or anything... Sexbot."

Despite her strength far exceeding his, Eighteen ignored his obvious jeer and played along – in part due to his hold on her due to their deal, partly due to her own curiosity. She was intrigued by his advances and wanted to see where it would lead, even though she wasn't entirely comfortable with it at first. As he flipped her onto her back, she allowed it.

"Heh heh!" Roshi forcefully inserted his finger into Eighteen's tight asshole, causing her to gasp in shock. As he shoved his finger into her ass, he encountered resistance from the tight ring of muscle that tried to repel him. But he was relentless, pushing harder and harder until he breached the tight confines of her rectum. The walls of her bowels were like a vise around his finger, clenching and releasing in protest at the violation. But he didn't care about her discomfort, only interested in his own pleasure as he continued to thrust in and out of her tight hole. "Woohoo! Sweet Dende you're tight down here."

Eighteen squirmed beneath him, but resisted the urge to remove him from her depths. She couldn't help but feel a sense of shameful pleasure as the old geezer fingered her ass. Despite her best intentions, a moan was ousted from her lips. She was surprise how prominently she felt him with just one finger. Perhaps Gero hadn't altered anything down there?

Roshi chuckled darkly, relishing in her discomfort as he twisted his finger deeper inside of her. "What's wrong, Eighteen? Too much for you?"

Despite her initial shock, Eighteen couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity as the discomfort faded away and a new sensation took hold. She found herself pushing back against his finger, craving more of the forbidden pleasure. As he began to pump his finger in and out of her ass, her moans grew louder and more desperate, and the walls of her bowels began to give way, loosening up to accommodate his intrusion. She was ashamed of how much she was enjoying it, but she couldn't help but beg for more, urging him to push deeper and harder until she was writhing with pleasure.

She was so tight... Roshi couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to slide his cock into her. He was rock hard and throbbing at the thought, the taboo act turning him on more than he had ever imagined. The constriction of her rectum around his finger was almost too much to bear, and he found himself on the brink of orgasm just thinking about the possibility of fucking her there. He knew that she was enjoying it, even if she wouldn't admit it, and the thought of her giving in to her desires was almost enough to make him come right then and there.

"Can't wait any longer," he whispered as his cock thudded, releasing another large batch of pre-cum that signaled how close he was. With a groan of desire, he pulled his finger out to angle his cock in line with her small opening and rubbed the head of his cock against her tight little asshole, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. "Heh heh! You want this?" he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You want my cock in your tight ass?"

Eighteen hesitated for a moment, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She had never experienced anal before. Nevertheless she repositioned herself, spreading her cheeks apart for him as she prepared for what was to come. Silently, she admitted to wanting to explore her own desires and see what pleasures lay in the forbidden act of anal penetration.

The blonde nodded before Roshi began to push inside of her. She felt a sharp pain as he breached her tight ring of muscle, but she didn't cry out. Instead, she bit her lip and focused on breathing deeply, trying to adjust to the new sensation. He slowly slid his erect member into her backside, causing her to gasp in both pain and pleasure. She clutched the sheets tightly, feeling an intense sensation she had never felt before. What... was this feeling?

Roshi gasped at the sensation, feeling the tightness of her unproven channel resist his advance; he gulped as her tightness surrounded him.

"Oh Dende," Eighteen moaned, feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain as Roshi delved through her from behind. Her bowels, as she had gathered from his exploration with his finger, was a place untouched by Gero's alterations. Of course, this came with some negatives too. Unlike her pussy and throat, she could feel him more prominently than ever. Never before had she felt such a strain accommodating the geezer's monster cock. "It's so big..." She bit her lip, droplets of sweat running down her flushed face. For the first time ever, she wondered whether she'd be able to handle it.

Roshi chuckled, his hands firmly grasping her hips as he continued to thrust deeper into her. "You can take it, Eighteen," he grunted. "Relax and enjoy it." When his groin finally met the cushions of her ass, his head lolled back as he moaned. Being so deep inside such a desirable woman like Eighteen... I live such a blessed life!

Roshi moved slowly at first, giving her time to adapt to the stretch. But as Eighteen started to relax, the tightness of her channel slowly began to loosen, allowing him to move more freely. He upped his pace, the cyborg's body now accommodating his length as he spread her more and more. The pain was gone now, replaced by intense pleasure that caused her to moan and writhe under him. Roshi happily moved in and out of her, picking up the pace as the woman's moans grew louder and more urgent, her ass cheeks slightly wobbling from his thrust. "That's it," he growled. "Take it like a good girl."

As Roshi began to thrust harder and faster, Eighteen began to moan uncontrollably, her body trembling with ecstasy. Feeling a man fucking her so significantly... It was such a new experience for her since becoming android! She hadn't experienced it in so long! Despite the initial discomfort, she found herself enjoying the experience more and more, her inhibitions completely forgotten as she gave in to the sensations. She felt her body responding to his touch, her pleasure mounting with each passing second. She moaned, her hands gripping the sheets as she tried to keep up with his frenzied pace.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Roshi groaned, feeling his cock throb with pleasure. "I can't believe how fucking good your ass feels around me."

Eighteen moaned in response, her hands clawing at the sheets as pounded into her relentlessly. "Harder," she begged, her voice strained with a desire she couldn't hide from him. "Fucking do me harder, you dirty fucking bastard."

Roshi's balls swung heavily as he slammed into the cyborg, slapping against her wet pussy with each powerful thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, stimulating her sensitive labia, and she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as he moved inside of her. She gasped as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, her breasts bouncing and jiggling wildly with the force of his movements.

The old master was completely lost in the moment, his eyes closed and his face contorted with pleasure as he took her with all the force he could muster to bring her on the brink of her climax.

Eighteen's head suddenly shot up, her screams of ecstasy filling the air. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her body arched in pleasure, her hair flying around her, beads of sweat scattering all over. She was completely lost in the moment, consumed by a desire that knew no bounds. "Oh Dende! Yes! Right there! Don't stop!" In that moment, Eighteen was completely vulnerable, giving herself over to the sensations completely. In this moment, she didn't care about Krillin. Didn't care about her secret with Roshi. All she cared about was having the old man fuck her with his incredible cock! She was known for her stoic demeanor, and yet here she was, practically begging for more as the old master ploughed her ass. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she screamed, completely losing herself in the moment.

Eighteen was always known for her cool, icy demeanor. But in this moment, all of that changed. Her usual composure was shattered as she surrendered to the pleasure coursing through her body. Eighteen arched her back, feeling her body tightening around him as she approached her peak. "I'm... I'm going to come," she moaned. "Don't stop...!" She gasped, feeling her orgasm building inside of her. "Oh Dende..."

Roshi grinned, feeling her body clench around him as she came undone. "That's right, Eighteen!" His thick length spread her ass to the limit. "Just let me take care of all your bodily needs!" He continued to take her from behind, relishing in the tightness of her forbidden entrance. He'd made her cum before, but having her beg for it was a whole new experience!

Roshi groaned, feeling himself nearing his own release as he pounded into her with even more force. His balls were set to unload, but not before he brought her over the edge! "Let it go," he grunted. "Come for me..." With a final cry, Eighteen reached her climax, her body shaking with pleasure, her arms giving out as she collapsed onto the bed.

As Roshi pumped faster and harder into the woman's tight, accommodating channel, he felt the pressure building inside him. He knew he couldn't hold on for much longer. And then, with a final, deep thrust, he came inside of her. "Eighteen!" His balls slapped against her one last time as he spilled his seed deep inside of her as he released his hot jizz inside the far reaches of her bowels. The blonde cooed softly as she felt his white goo spilling inside her, filling her up completely.

Roshi collapsed onto her, both of them panting and gasping for air. They lay there for several minutes, their bodies still connected, as they basked in the afterglow of their intense experience.

As Roshi pulled out of her, Eighteen lay there, gasping heavily. His pulling out gave her a sense of relief, finally feeling the stress from anchoring such a thick muscle inside her small sphincter ebb away. She let out a small gasp as she felt the sensation of emptiness, the entrance quickly closing and sealing his whites inside her arse.

As she lay there, Eighteen began to think about what had just happened. She had never let herself be used like this before, but something about the old man using her ass had made her lose control. She had never felt so alive as she did in that moment, and she knew that she wanted more. She turned her head to look at Roshi, who was still catching his breath. He had a pleased look on his face, as if he had just accomplished something significant.

For a moment, she felt a pang of regret. What had she done? The old man... Again? But as she watched him, she realized that she didn't regret anything. In fact, she was looking forward to doing it again. Screw their deal; she just wanted him to keep giving her these pleasurable sensations of ecstasy.

With a new sense of confidence, Eighteen sat up, the sheets falling away from her naked body.

Roshi looked up at her. "Heh heh!" he bellowed, his flaccid cock thumping ever so slightly. "Who knew stuffing it in your ass would make you lose your cool like that!" Roshi grinned, pleased with himself.

Eighteen ignored him as she got up from the bed and began to gather her clothes. As Eighteen got dressed, she felt Roshi's burning gaze on her body. She could feel his eyes roaming over her curves, his gaze lingering on her breasts and her hips. As she dressed, she knew that this was only the beginning. From now on, she was going to take what she wanted, when she wanted it.

Roshi licked his lips, his eyes never leaving her body. After all these years, that terrific body was finally truly his.

And so another chapters comes to an end. Launch and Roshi become a couple, Eighteen experiences her first time doing anal and the blonde cyborg decides to revel her sexual encounters with the old hermit after concluding Krillin will never be able to satisfy her bodily needs.