Faced with Bulma's bold provocation, how could Son Wuneng possibly put up with it? He immediately ran a few steps and swept her into his arms!
"Mm!"
Son Wuneng's sudden bold move startled Bulma. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and looked at him in confusion.
"Hmph. I'll teach you a lesson right now. I'll collect some interest first!"
With an arrogant snort, Son Wuneng slowly raised one hand under Bulma's wide, sparkling gaze.
"Smack! Smack! Smack!"
The crisp sound echoed through the room. A soft, smooth sensation stirred a ripple of delight in Son Wuneng's heart.
"Ah!"
Caught off guard by his sudden attack, Bulma hurriedly freed one hand to cover her smacked bottom, staring at Son Wuneng in disbelief.
She wasn't surprised that he'd dared to spank her. Rather, for most of the past few months, this guy had acted like a perfect gentleman.
"What's wrong? Did you think I wouldn't do anything to you because you haven't fully grown up yet?"
Looking at Bulma, whose body had gone limp in his arms, he gently lifted her chin with his hand and studied her for a moment. Then he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her tender lips!
"Mmm..."
A soft moan escaped Bulma, and she sank deeply into the kiss...
After a passionate exchange, Son Wuneng and Bulma lay on the bed.
"Don't you need to train today?"
Bulma nestled in Son Wuneng's arms, her eyes still hazy.
Playing with a silky strand of Bulma's hair, Son Wuneng stretched contentedly, then snuggled closer to her and answered lazily.
"The tournament starts tomorrow. If I keep myself too tense now, it'll affect my performance."
Since he'd already guessed that Master Mutaito would enter the tournament, Son Wuneng naturally wanted to get himself into peak condition.
So