Such Potent Beauty

Sun Mo and Bulma entered the Capsule House, but Wukong still stood outside.

Bulma wondered, "Is he really not coming in?"

Sun Mo opened the door again and called out to him, "Do you want to sleep out in the wild? Get in here!"

Only then did Son Goku come inside.

But since he'd never seen a Capsule House before, he kept looking around once he entered.

Sun Mo explained, "Don't be so curious—

it's really no different from our house at home. It's just a house packed into a Hoi-Poi Capsule."

Wukong nodded. "Oh, I see."

With that, he rubbed his stomach. "We haven't eaten all day. I'm hungry..."

By then, Bulma was already rummaging through the fridge.

Soon, she brought over bread, milk, and the like.

"Here, eat up—this is our dinner..."

Sun Mo kind of missed this food.

It wasn't as good as roasted meat, but they'd been riding all day without burning much energy, so it was enough to replenish nutrients and strength.

He started eating normally.

Bulma watched him take big bites, then smiled and ate along with him.

As she ate, she bragged, "How's the bread?"

After all, it was high-end bread Bulma had bought—packed with toppings—

and stored in a Hoi-Poi Capsule with no preservatives, softer and sweeter than the cheap stuff he'd eaten in his past life.

Sun Mo nodded. "Mm, good. Really good. The milk's great too—very rich."

Bulma giggled in agreement. "Hehe, looks like we have the same taste.

This is my favorite brand. I brought a ton for this trip. If you run out, I'll grab you more..."

Wukong saw Sun Mo eating happily, so he quickly tried a bite of bread. To him, it tasted awful.

He took a sip of milk and made a face again.

Bread in one hand, milk in the other, he looked pitifully at Sun Mo.

"Sun Mo, are you lying?

This isn't good at all—neither the food nor the drink. It's not tasty..."

Bulma pouted. "Picky kids don't grow up. This is nutritious—just eat it."

Wukong frowned. "Forget it. I can't get used to it. I'll go hunt and get some meat!"

With that, he grabbed the Power Pole and headed out.

Bulma glanced at Sun Mo, a little worried. "It's the middle of nowhere out here. Won't he be in danger?"

Sun Mo shook his head. "Don't let his size fool you—he's no pushover. Even a wolf pack is no threat to him.

You'd better worry about the local animals instead!"

"Is he really that strong?"

"Of course."

Sensing there was no third person around, Bulma's eyes narrowed into crescents as she looked at Sun Mo.

"What about you?"

Sun Mo had been born with a battle power of just over ten. His strength hadn't skyrocketed, but he was still far stronger than Wukong.

Still, in his view, only shortsighted fools would rest on their laurels over such a small edge.

He hadn't slacked off in physical training, and he'd already tempered his mind to be exceptionally steady.

His mental age was at least far beyond his physical years.

Noticing something off in Bulma's gaze and tone, Sun Mo asked back, "What are you trying to say?"

Bulma shyly tapped her index fingers together. "The third wheel's finally gone...

Shouldn't we do something that boyfriends and girlfriends do?"

"Something boyfriends and girlfriends do?"

Did Bulma really know that much at this age?

Sun Mo looked at her without speaking.

Seeing him staring, Bulma quickly covered her blushing face.

"Ah, don't look at me like that—I'm a girl, it's so embarrassing!"

Even though Bulma acted like a lovesick fool, Sun Mo didn't look down on her.

She still has a maiden's heart, full of beautiful dreams about the future—that's why she acts so lovesick.

Sun Mo thought, as his girlfriend, she only acted this way toward him, so it wasn't really a bad thing.

Just a bit too clingy, which might affect his cultivation.

But on second thought, her skills were very helpful for boosting his combat power—the pros outweighed the cons.

Since he'd chosen her, he couldn't just let her run wild.

Bulma thought he was shy too, frozen for a long time without moving.

She suddenly closed her eyes, lifted her head toward Sun Mo, revealing a shy, expectant maiden's expression, and slowly leaned in.

Those slightly flushed cheeks, those gently fluttering eyelashes, those dewy red lips, that maiden's fragrance—it was a temptation for anyone...

Seeing Bulma like this, Sun Mo, who thought his mental state was steady, felt ripples stir in his heart.

He was startled, a bead of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

Such formidable beauty!

He, who considered his Dao heart firm, now found himself unable to resist.

Should he go with the flow?

Or...

No!

He absolutely could not sink into carnal desire.

In his heart, he began to struggle against the deep desires within.

Deep inside, a black little man and a white little man started fighting.

Sun Mo didn't know which side to take.

Just then, a voice broke the deadlock.

"I'm back!"

Son Goku walked in carrying a wolf and a centipede.

Seeing Sun Mo and Bulma frozen together, he couldn't help asking, "Hey? What are you two doing?"

Bulma jolted in shock.

"You—how did you get back so fast?"

Son Goku grinned, showing his teeth. "Hehe, I got lucky!

As soon as I stepped out, I spotted a wolf and a centipede, so I caught them.

I'm going to roast them. You guys want some?"

Bulma looked at what he was holding—a wolf and a huge centipede—and instantly broke out in goosebumps from fear.

"Ahh... No, no, get it away!"

Bulma screamed and hid in Sun Mo's arms.

Sun Mo felt Bulma in his arms, felt her warmth and her scent, and surprisingly, he wasn't flustered. Instead, his heart was calmer than before.

What was I even agonizing over just now?

Women aren't some terrifying thing, are they?

He suddenly realized—he'd never actually experienced beauty, yet he always said he couldn't be seduced by it. How ridiculous that was!

A true strong person must bravely face themselves!

He relaxed his heart, gently wrapped his arm around Bulma's shoulder, and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

Then he said to Wukong, "We're not eating. Go ahead!"

Wukong nodded. "Then I won't stand on ceremony!"

With that, he took the wolf and centipede outside and started barbecuing.

Bulma realized she was curled up in his arms, realized she'd finally taken a step closer to him, and her fear was instantly cast aside. She secretly rejoiced, shyly burrowing deeper into his embrace.

"Boo hoo, thank you. That scared me to death just now..."

Her act was so fake, full of holes.

But Sun Mo didn't call her out.

Night fell.

Sun Mo sent Bulma into the bedroom and told her to lock the door.

He and Wukong slept on the floor in the living room.

Staring at the ceiling, Sun Mo couldn't calm down for a long time.

He didn't indulge in fantasies about Bulma, but instead confirmed his understanding of martial arts and mental cultivation.

Like with beautiful women, whether training in martial arts or cultivating the mind, both require contact with the outside world.

Staying shut in the Gravity Chamber training hard—that's just reinventing the wheel in isolation...

He glanced at the sleeping Goku beside him.

He guessed that maybe this was why Goku could always break through his limits and reach higher, while Vegeta could only chase after him step by step.

Sun Mo's heart gradually calmed, but his resolve to grow stronger didn't waver in the slightest.

He had to forge his own path.