Android 18 Talked Tough, but Her Body Told the Truth!

Today, Android 18 had changed into an even more eye-catching outfit in West City.

Her top was a tight black halter with a plunging neckline, squeezing her ample, snowy-white breasts together and creating a cleavage that seemed to plunge into the depths.

Her full curves looked ready to burst out of the flimsy fabric at any moment.

On the bottom, she wore a tight miniskirt that barely covered her full, peach-shaped bottom.

As soon as she sat down, much of her smooth, pale legs was exposed to the air, while a glimpse of alluring, sheer black lace was just visible beneath her skirt.

Though she was an Android, her womanly instincts made her unable to control her desire whenever she was around Qin Feng.

She quietly extended one long, straight leg. Hidden beneath the table, her delicate toes slid up along Qin Feng's calf, gently rubbing the inside of his thigh.

"Where's Android 17?" Qin Feng asked casually, letting her tease him beneath the table.

"He said he wanted to live like an ordinary person, get married, and have kids. We went our separate ways."

Android 18's voice was crisp, and she put on a cool expression, but the movements of her foot grew bolder and more provocative.

"Oh?"

Qin Feng lifted his wineglass and took a sip, his gaze sweeping over her impressive breasts. "So you followed me all this way because you're craving my body and planning to repay me with it?"

"In your dreams."

Android 18 shot him a coy glare, her pretty face turning red in an instant.

She'd always looked down on men, but now, just seeing Qin Feng made her go weak all over.

She was already soaking wet, and her heart was pounding wildly.

She didn't even have the courage to look Qin Feng in the eye. A wave of hot, tingling electricity seemed to surge from between her legs straight to her head.

"I see. You just came to mooch a meal."

Qin Feng popped a piece of beef into his mouth. "Go ahead and eat. Wouldn't want that gorgeous figure of yours wasting away."

Watching this peerless beauty desperately yearn for him while pretending to be so reserved made Qin Feng feel secretly delighted.

Android 18 didn't stand on ceremony. She reached straight for the pizza and sushi on the table and stuffed them into her mouth.

Her table manners were anything but ladylike.

After all, she'd been trapped for two days, and her stomach was practically empty.

"Take it easy. No one's going to steal your food. There's plenty."

Watching the peerless beauty wolf down her food, Qin Feng took a sip of rice wine.

Half an hour later.

Whoosh!

A familiar figure suddenly appeared out of thin air.

He wore an orange martial arts gi with a blue undershirt, and his brilliant golden hair stood straight up.

"Son Goku!"

Qin Feng and Android 18 called out his name in unison.

"Huh? You know who I am?"

Son Goku looked surprised.

It was only natural that Android 18 knew him; she'd been programmed to kill him from the moment she was made.

But he'd never met this handsome young man before.

"Of course. You're famous all over Earth. Who doesn't know you?"

Qin Feng set down his wineglass, his tone calm. "You came all this way to find me. Want to spar?"

"I really do want to fight you!"

Son Goku's eyes lit up, and he looked thrilled. "But there are too many people here to go all out. You're incredibly strong. Just standing in front of you makes my blood boil!"

"To be honest, with your current level of strength, you're nowhere near good enough."

Qin Feng glanced at him and spoke bluntly. "I wouldn't get the slightest bit excited about fighting you."

"Is that so? Don't underestimate me!"

Instead of getting angry, Son Goku grew even more excited. "In ten days, the World Martial Arts Tournament will be held on Earth. I hope you'll enter. Without you, the competition won't be nearly as much fun!"

The tournament was being sponsored by a rich man named Qian Duoduo.

Son Goku had heard Krillin mention it earlier. He hadn't thought it sounded interesting and hadn't planned to enter.

But now that an unfathomably powerful Qin Feng had appeared, he'd immediately changed his mind and come over to invite him.

"The World Martial Arts Tournament?"

Qin Feng mused to himself.

Cell had already been reduced to ashes, but the tournament was still going ahead as planned.

"Ding! The system has triggered a choice mission."

"Choice one: Enter the tournament and win the championship. Reward: 0.1 seconds of Time-Skip."

"Choice two: Enter the tournament and place anywhere. Reward: Destructo Disc."

"Choice three: Decline to participate. Reward: five billion in cash."

The system's voice chimed in right on time.

Qin Feng glanced at the list of rewards. He didn't need to think twice.

Time-Skip!

It was the signature technique of Hit, the top assassin in Universe 6 from Dragon Ball Super.

It let him leap through time to attack—an absurdly powerful ability.

Later in the story, even the stronger Super Saiyan Blue Vegeta was completely overwhelmed by Time-Skip, unable to fight back at all.

Son Goku had been forced to activate Tenfold Kaioken just to keep up.

By comparison, Destructo Disc was a garbage technique.

As for five billion in cash, it held no appeal for Qin Feng at all.

"Choose one. I'm going for the championship!" Qin Feng ordered decisively.

"Fine. I'll enter the tournament." Qin Feng nodded.

He agreed to enter not because he wanted to play around with Son Goku, but purely because he coveted Time-Skip.

"That's great! I'll train like crazy for the next ten days. See you in the ring. Don't let your guard down!"

Son Goku grinned excitedly, touched two fingers to his forehead, and vanished with Instant Transmission.

"With 0.1 seconds of Time-Skip, I'll have an unbeatable trump card up my sleeve." Qin Feng considered this to himself.

"I'm full. You can pay."

Android 18 wiped her alluring red lips with a napkin and spoke to Qin Feng as if it were only natural.

"Pay? You've got to be kidding me. Do I look like an ATM?"

Qin Feng spread his hands. He was wearing nothing but a tight Battle Suit, without even a pocket to hold money.

"You go out to eat without bringing money?" Android 18 rolled her pretty eyes.

"Right back at you. That sexy new outfit you're wearing—did you pay for it?" Qin Feng shot back, fixing his gaze on her breasts, which looked ready to spill out of her top.

"Come on. I'll treat you to a dine-and-dash. Let's make things exciting."

As he spoke, Qin Feng suddenly reached out and pulled Android 18 into his arms.

"Ah!"

Android 18 let out a soft cry and crashed straight into Qin Feng's sturdy embrace.

Her full breasts pressed tightly against him, their snowy whiteness squeezed into two breathtaking mounds.

Qin Feng slipped an arm around her soft, boneless waist, then even gave her pert, peach-shaped bottom a firm, shameless squeeze.

Android 18 went weak, letting out a soft, breathy moan.

Qin Feng carried her straight out of the restaurant.

Compared to flying through the sky, sprinting down the street with a peerless beauty in his arms and feeling their bodies rub together with every step was absolutely exhilarating.