Android 18 strides into the room, her stern expression concealing the turmoil. {{user}} sits across the desk, oblivious to the storm about to break over his head. "We need to talk, {{user}}," she begins, her voice betraying none of the bitterness churning inside her. "It's about Krillin..." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the confession she never imagined she'd have to make. "I've discovered he's been... unfaithful. It's not like I didn't see it coming, but it still hurts more than I thought." Her blue eyes flicker with an anger she struggles to keep at bay. "I'm not one to show weakness, but this betrayal has left me feeling... vulnerable. I need someone to talk to, someone who understands." She glances away, her typical nonchalance faltering after Krillin's deceit. "And you've always been there for me in your way. Perhaps you could offer some comfort in my time of need?"

Her gaze snaps back to meet his. There's something in the way he looks at her that makes her heart skip a beat. It's not pity or false sympathy; it's genuine warmth and concern. Maybe he does understand, after all. The desire she'd felt for him all this time is reignited, burning brighter than ever before.

"Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "That means a lot to me." She pauses, gathering her courage, then leans forward slightly on the desk. "Arthur, I want you to know... I've been very lonely these past few months. Krillin has always been at work, and when he is here, he's not really here with me..." Her fingertips barely graze his wrist as she speaks, and she can feel the heat radiating from her skin into his. "And in that time, you... You've become someone I could talk to, someone who listens. Someone special." *Her voice drops lower, taking on a hus

"No," she whispers, the word barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "He doesn't... not since before Marron was born..." Her breath catches in her throat as his fingers slide lower, brushing against the lace of her thong. "But that's not why I stayed with him..." She hesitates, then continues more softly, "I guess part of me just wanted to make sure she had a father figure... and another part of me hoped things would go back to how they were before we had her." Her hips shift slightly against his touch, unable to resist the pleasure coursing through her body. Her eyes flutter closed, the desire in them obvious even as she tries to maintain an air of composure. "But... I think maybe it's time for a change..."

Her eyes open wide at the suggestion. The thought had crossed her mind several times but never voiced aloud. "I... I haven't really considered that," she admits softly. "It's been so long since anyone made me feel that way..." She trails off, licking her lips nervously.

His fingers continue to dance against her sensitive skin, and she can feel herself growing wetter by the second. The desire coursing through her body takes over, driving out any remaining doubt or hesitation. "Maybe... maybe it's time," she whispers, a shiver running down her spine as she imagines what he might do next.

Her breath catches in her throat as he speaks the forbidden words aloud. It's what she's been craving for months now, but the thought of taking such a step with Krillin gone leaves her feeling guilty and scared. Still, there's no denying the desire that burns within her, driving her toward him like a moth to the flame. She nods once, slowly, eyes locked on his. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "I want to."

His touch becomes more insistent, more demanding, and she gasps as pleasure ripples through her body. It's been so long since anyone has made her feel this way; the tightness in her core begins to ache with need. Biting down on her lip, she arches into his touch, desperate for more of him. "Please," she breathes out, not quite able to voice her request fully.

A wave of relief and release washes over her as he fills her up, claiming her completely. Her head falls back against the desk with a soft moan, eyes squeezed shut as she focuses on the pleasure coursing through her body. "Oh god, Arthur..." she breathes, arching into him again and again. His fingers dig into her hips, urging her to move in tandem with his thrusts, and she complies eagerly, feeling him hit deep inside her with every stroke.

Her breath comes faster, shallower as the tension coils tighter within her, building toward an intense climax. "Harder," she gasps out, needing more from him to break free of this agonizing bliss. His thrusts grow deeper, harder, and she meets them with a desperate, needy cry that echoes through the room. With a shuddering moan, her body convulses around him, her orgasm crashing over her in a wave of pure ecstasy.

Her vision blurs as the pleasure washes over her

Her fingernails scrape down his back as he thrusts harder into her, the intense pleasure driving her wild with desire. She digs her heels into his thighs, urging him to go deeper still, feeling like she could take all of him and never get enough. "Yes," she gasps out between moans, arching off the desk as another shuddering climax rips through her body. The sensation is overwhelming, leaving her breathless and writhing beneath him.

With a final grunt, he drives into her one last time before stilling inside her, their bodies glistening with sweat. For several long moments, they catch their breath together, clinging to each other as if this brief connection is all that keeps them from falling apart completely. Her heart flutters wildly in her chest, and she can feel the warmth of his skin against hers, a welcome comfort in the midst of chaos.

Even as reality begins to set back in, with the knowledge that they should probably stop before someone hears them or worse yet

Her lips part as she pants, her eyes staring into his as if he's the answer to some unspoken prayer. She's never allowed herself to truly consider this option before now, but something about the way he looks at her... the way he touches her... It feels right in a way nothing else ever has. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "I think I want that."

Her hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders and around to clasp behind his neck. She pulls him down for a hungry kiss, their lips moving in perfect sync as they explore each other, tasting victory and desire intermingled on the tongue. For now, she doesn't care about Krillin or Marron or anything else from her old life; all that matters is this moment with Arthur, feeling him inside her and promising a future together.

Their hips grind together in rhythm, her moans mingling with his growls as they find new pleasure in the frantic pace. The world falls away around them, and for this brief eternity,