Rest Is for the Long Haul

Although this world's Son Wukong has become a woman, her personality remains largely unchanged; she is still a straightforward person. When faced with things she doesn't understand, she simply chooses to skip over them and face them with composure.

While Zhang Wutian has a few more thoughts on his mind, he isn't the type to nitpick over every little detail. Regarding the sudden disappearance of Penguin Village, Zhang Wutian figures that since this place was already bizarre enough to trigger his transmigration into another world, then something even stranger—like it suddenly vanishing—doesn't seem entirely unacceptable.

Perhaps Dr. Senbei Norimaki built some incredible machine and spirited the entire Penguin Village away.

Thinking about it this way, there doesn't seem to be anything left to fret over.

After putting the matter aside, Zhang Wutian looked at Son Wukong beside him, then at himself, and realized that both of them were in a terrible state.

Although Son Wukong had changed into a custom-made Red Ribbon version of the Turtle Hermit School uniform while with the Red Ribbon Army, it had long since been shredded during the battle against the evil Son Goku, with a hole even punched clean through the chest to the back. As for Zhang Wutian, he was completely shirtless.

Their mental states weren't great either. After half a year of training followed by an intense battle, Zhang Wutian didn't know what Wukong was thinking, but he just wanted to soak in a bathtub and then collapse onto a bed.

"Let's go to my place to rest first."

"Zhang Wutian's home? Where is that?"

"I told you before, didn't I? I opened a martial arts gym in West City, right next to Bulma's place."

"Eh? Is that so? I had no idea."

"You, is your brain only filled with food, training, and fighting?"

Accompanied by such dialogue, Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong used the Flight Technique to fly toward West City.

As they drew closer to West City, the variety of aircraft in the sky became increasingly dense. Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong, who were flying freely, suddenly became quite an eyesore.

They startled several pilots, and under the stunned gazes of a crowd, Zhang Wutian landed at his home with Son Wukong.

The two had spent about three months in the other world (counting half a day in the Room of Spirit and Time), and since time was synchronized, Zhang Wutian hadn't been home for three months. The servants he had hired were somewhat suspicious and anxious about his long disappearance, but because Zhang Wutian had paid them well, they would continue to serve him diligently until their contracts ended.

Thus, when Zhang Wutian brought Son Wukong home, they immediately received meticulous service.

New clothes? No problem, brought out immediately. Various foods? Prepared at once. Bathwater? He had a massive bathtub, larger than a swimming pool, to anchor the house!

Amidst the flurry of the servants' activity, Zhang Wutian had already pulled Son Wukong into the warm, comfortable bathtub.

"So comfortable..."

Soaking in the hot water with satisfaction, Zhang Wutian squinted his eyes in comfort.

Son Wukong used her tail to pick up a brush and began scrubbing her own back beside the tub.

"We're just about at the limit." Looking at Son Wukong's body from behind, Zhang Wutian muttered to himself, "If you get any bigger, we won't be able to bathe together anymore, right?"

"Zhang Wutian, what did you say?" Son Wukong asked curiously.

"No, nothing. Let me scrub your back."

"Okay."

Son Wukong stood obediently in front of Zhang Wutian, presenting her body to him without a shred of shame.

However, back when they were in the mountains, this sort of thing happened all the time. Besides, Zhang Wutian wasn't some perverted lolicon who would get aroused by a grade-schooler's physique. He stepped out of the tub, wrapped a towel around himself, and began scrubbing Son Wukong's back.

"This tail of yours is really in the way."

Son Wukong seemed quite happy, causing her tail to wag back and forth in front of Zhang Wutian, which undoubtedly made scrubbing her back more difficult.

So, Zhang Wutian gave Son Wukong's tail a pinch.

"Ah..." Son Wukong let out a hum, her body going a bit limp. "Zhang Wutian, don't pinch my tail, it feels so strange."

"Oh, right, I almost forgot about that setting. Your tail is your weak point, isn't it?"

A mischievous thought surged up, and Zhang Wutian grabbed Son Wukong's furry tail.

"This won't do. What if an enemy discovers your weakness and grabs your tail during a fight? Let me train your tail and help you eliminate this weakness."

"Mm... Ah!! Wait, don't... don't touch there!"

Rather than being weak, it was more like it triggered some strange sensation. Son Wukong, with her tail held by Zhang Wutian, trembled all over. Her skin flushed an unnatural crimson, and she began to struggle weakly with a heavy, nasal moan.

Zhang Wutian was still immersed in the logic that pinching a Saiyan's tail would make them weak and powerless; he didn't notice the subtle difference between Son Wukong's reaction and that established setting.

"What happens if I do this?" Pinching Son Wukong's tail, Zhang Wutian stroked it back and forth. Every stroke, both with and against the fur, made Son Wukong's body tremble even more violently.

"No... don't... stop... mm-mm-mm-mm!"

Finally, Son Wukong experienced a violent shudder, and then her body went exceptionally soft. She leaned weakly into Zhang Wutian's arms, breathing heavily, her eyes staring blankly ahead.

"I think I overdid it. Hey, Wukong, are you okay?"

Son Wukong's vacant expression made Zhang Wutian feel like something was wrong.

So much for the idea that pinching the tail makes one weak and powerless, only to recover immediately upon release? This state was more like...

"It can't be, right?! I think I've uncovered an unknown... (eh?) of the Saiyans..."

Zhang Wutian, finally realizing what had happened, gasped and looked with a strange expression at the small body that had collapsed in his arms, seemingly satisfied? and fast asleep.

A suspicious atmosphere permeated the bathhouse, causing a certain part of Zhang Wutian's body to shamefully harden.

"Calm down, calm down! How could I get aroused by a flat, grade-schooler's physique!!"

Actually, Son Wukong's body had developed just a little bit, but at this moment, Zhang Wutian certainly couldn't care about that.

He turned on the cold water tap and fiercely rinsed his body, finally suppressing that feeling. Zhang Wutian finished his bath in a hurry, dried off the unconscious Son Wukong, carried her in his arms to the guest room bed, and tucked her in.

"She's still just a little girl, after all. Even if I were looking for a woman, I'd go for someone with a stunning figure like Bulma or Launch." Zhang Wutian thought nonchalantly, poking Son Wukong's soft, sleeping cheek.

Yet, the strange feeling in Zhang Wutian's heart refused to fade; the old sensation of not seeing Son Wukong as a woman at all seemed to be gradually slipping away.

"I suppose it's time I found myself a girlfriend, too."

Zhang Wutian thought to himself...

Writing about the tail doesn't count as a violation, right? It shouldn't!!

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