The Taming

Capsule Corporation's main residence, late at night.

In the luxurious guest room, Blue Haired Lanchi was already fast asleep in the soft, spacious bed.

She'd experienced far too many "blackouts" today.

She didn't know why she'd ended up in such a luxurious place, but the blue-haired lady had said she'd get meals, lodging, and a salary.

Kind and guileless, she hadn't thought much of it. She'd even figured she'd met a good-hearted person.

Moonlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows and fell across the delicate tip of her nose.

It tickled.

"Mm..."

Lanchi wrinkled her nose and rubbed it absentmindedly.

"Ah-choo!"

The sneeze rang out especially clearly in the stillness of the night.

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

Her gentle gaze instantly turned as sharp as a knife, and her deep-blue hair visibly changed to a dazzling gold.

Golden Haired Lanchi was back.

She sat bolt upright and warily surveyed her surroundings.

A lavish crystal chandelier, a leather sofa, and antique ornaments on the cabinet that were clearly worth a fortune...

Lanchi's eyes instantly turned into gold coins.

"Ha ha ha! That dumb blue-haired version of me stumbled into a place crawling with fat sheep!"

Lanchi pulled two miniature submachine guns from beneath her pillow—who knew when she'd hidden them there?—and slipped out of bed.

She moved as lightly as a hunting panther.

"I'll clean this place out, and I'll never have to worry about money again! And that damn bald guy—he dared to pick me up like a chick. Tonight, I'll teach him a lesson!"

She crept out the door and made her way down the hallway.

With a bandit's instincts, she quickly pinpointed the master bedroom. There was an aura there that made her deeply uneasy, yet wary.

The master bedroom door was ajar.

Lanchi gently pushed it open. Inside was pitch-black, save for the patchy shadows cast by the moonlight on the floor.

Two figures lay beneath the covers of the wide bed.

"Hmph. Sleeping like a couple of pigs."

Gun in hand, Lanchi crouched low and crept inside.

She knew exactly what she was after.

First, take them hostage, then force them to reveal the safe combination.

She had just reached the bedside and was about to press the muzzle against the bald guy's head when—

A hand.

A warm, powerful hand suddenly reached out of the darkness and grabbed her wrist.

"Out of bed this late? Come to keep me warm?"

His low voice whispered in her ear, laced with amusement.

Every hair on Lanchi's body stood on end.

She reacted instantly, throwing a vicious groin kick as she twisted around, while turning the gun in her other hand toward him, ready to fire.

Bang!

Her leg struck the side of Krillin's thigh.

The recoil sent a stab of pain through her shinbone.

At the same time, Krillin tightened his grip just a little. Lanchi felt as if her wrist was about to snap, and the gun flew out of her hand, lodging in the ceiling.

"You..."

Before she could finish cursing, the world spun around her.

Krillin rolled over and pinned Lanchi to the carpet beneath him.

Their positions became intensely intimate in an instant.

Krillin wore only a pair of loose pajama pants. His bare upper body was sharply defined, radiating a powerful masculine allure.

He held both of Lanchi's wrists in one hand, pressing them firmly against the carpet above her head.

His legs pinned down her thrashing legs, his whole body holding her in a position of absolute control.

Lanchi struggled fiercely, her chest heaving with anger and humiliation. Her wild, ragged breaths washed over Krillin's face.

She was fierce, but she was still a woman. The oppressive position left her mind completely blank.

Especially those eyes of Krillin's. They gleamed alarmingly in the dark, as if they could see right through her soul.

"Let go of me! If you've got the guts, kill me!"

Lanchi kept up her defiant front, but her cheeks burned against her will, the flush spreading all the way to her ears.

"Shh..."

Krillin lowered his head until their noses were almost touching.

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

"And if she gets angry, I'll be in trouble too. Then I'll have no choice but to take it out on you."

Krillin's voice was low and magnetic. Every word seemed to dance on Lanchi's heart.

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

[Because of the host's overwhelming physical superiority, the target is experiencing intense emotional turmoil (anger, embarrassment, fear, and a trace of hidden admiration for the strong).]

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

[Mission description: Golden Haired Lanchi is a wild horse that's difficult to tame. Please use both "physical" and "psychological" methods to make her submit completely.]

[Current Taming Progress: 15%]

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

[Additional reward: Charm Points +10, Lanchi Exclusive Affection unlocked.]

Krillin's eyes lit up.

Mental Power doubled?

That was exactly the attribute he needed most right now!

Although the Saitama Template was powerful, it didn't directly boost his fine control of ki or his mental resistance.

If he wanted to learn a secret technique like Kaio-ken, which pushed one's potential to its limits, he needed powerful mental strength.