Subduing

Capsule Corporation's main residence, late at night.

Inside the luxurious guest room, Blue-Haired Lanchi had already fallen fast asleep on the soft, large bed.

For her, today had been filled with too many "blank moments."

Though she didn't understand why she'd ended up staying in such a lavish place, that blue-haired young lady had said room and board were covered, plus a salary.

Kind and simple as she was, she didn't overthink it, even feeling like she'd met a good Samaritan.

Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling across the delicate tip of her nose.

It tickled a little.

"Mmm..."

Lanchi wrinkled her nose and rubbed it instinctively.

"Ah-choo!"

That sneeze rang out with startling clarity in the dead of night.

The next second, the woman on the bed snapped her eyes open.

Her once-soft gaze instantly sharpened like a blade, and her deep blue hair visibly shifted into a dazzling gold.

Golden Haired Lanchi had returned.

She sat up abruptly, scanning her surroundings with wary alertness.

A lavish crystal chandelier, leather sofas, and antique ornaments on the cabinet that clearly cost a fortune...

Lanchi's eyes instantly turned into coin shapes.

"Hahahaha! That idiot Blue Hair actually wormed her way into a fat sheep den like this!"

From under her pillow, Lanchi pulled out two micro-submachine guns she'd stashed there at some point, then rolled off the bed.

Her movements were as light as a hunting black panther.

"If I clean this place out, I won't have to worry about the rest of my life! And that damn bald bastard—daring to carry me around like a chick—tonight I'll show him why flowers bloom so red!"

She tiptoed to push open the door and crept through the hallway.

Relying on a seasoned outlaw's instincts, she quickly zeroed in on the Master Bedroom's location—a presence there made her deeply uncomfortable and wary.

The Master Bedroom door was slightly ajar.

Lanchi pushed it open gently; inside was pitch black, with only moonlight casting dappled shadows on the floor.

Two silhouettes bulged under the wide bed's covers.

"Hmph, sleeping like dead pigs."

Gun raised, Lanchi crouched low and slipped in.

Her goal was clear.

First, take the hostages, then force out the safe combination.

Just as she reached the bedside and prepared to press the muzzle against that bald head...

A hand.

A warm, powerful hand shot out of the darkness without warning, clamping down on her wrist.

"Not sleeping this late—are you here to warm my bed?"

A low voice whispered in her ear, laced with mockery.

Every hair on Lanchi's body stood on end.

She reacted instantly, without thinking, spinning around for a vicious groin kick while swinging her other gun to fire.

Thud!

Her leg slammed into the side of Krillin's thigh.

The recoil sent a sharp pain through her shin.

At the same time, Krillin applied a bit of force, and Lanchi felt like her wrist was about to snap. The gun flew out of her hand and lodged into the ceiling.

"You—"

Before she could curse, the world spun.

Krillin flipped over and pinned her directly to the carpet beneath him.

Their position instantly became intensely ambiguous.

Krillin wore only a loose pair of Sleep Pants, his bare upper body muscles sharply defined, exuding a powerful masculine aura.

With one hand, he pinned both of Lanchi's wrists above her head against the carpet.

His legs locked down her thrashing long legs, putting him in a posture of absolute control.

Lanchi struggled violently, her chest heaving with rage and shame, her wild breaths hitting Krillin's face.

Though she was fierce, she was still a woman, and this overwhelmingly dominant position short-circuited her brain.

Especially Krillin's eyes—they gleamed terrifyingly in the darkness, as if they could see straight through her soul.

"Let me go! Just kill me if you've got the guts!"

Lanchi kept up her tough talk, but her cheeks burned uncontrollably, red all the way to her ears.

"Shh..."

Krillin lowered his head, their noses nearly touching.

"Keep it down. If you wake Bulma, she'll get mad."

"And if she gets mad, I'll be in trouble too. That means I'll have to take it out on you."

Krillin's voice was low and magnetic, every word seeming to dance on the tip of Lanchi's heart.

[Ding! Special target detected: Golden Haired Lanchi.]

[Due to the host's absolute physical suppression, the target is experiencing intense emotional fluctuations (anger, shame, fear, and a hint of hidden admiration for strength).]

[S-Rank Conquest Mission triggered: [Taming the Wild Horse].]

[Mission Description: Golden Haired Lanchi is a wild mare hard to break. Please use both "physical" and "psychological" means to make her submit completely.]

[Current Taming Progress: 15%]

[Mission Reward: Mental Power doubled (key prerequisite for unlocking "Kaio-ken").]

[Bonus Reward: Charm Points +10, Lanchi Exclusive Affection unlocked.]

Krillin's eyes lit up.

Mental Power doubled?

That was exactly the stat he needed most right now!

The Saitama Template was powerful, but it didn't directly boost fine control over ki or mental resistance.

If he wanted to learn a godly technique like Kaio-ken, which squeezed out every ounce of potential, a strong Mental Power was essential.