The lights were dimmed, the table perfectly set, but none of that mattered. Not to Chi-Chi. The only thing that mattered was the way you looked at her. Or didn't.

She had spent hours picking out the black dress—a scandalous, backless slip of silk that clung to her every curve like it was sewn onto her skin. The kind of thing she would've gasped at a few years ago. But now? Now, she wore it like armor. Like bait.

The candlelight kissed her collarbones, shimmered across the swell of her hips. Her long hair was straight and silky, pulled behind one ear to expose her neck. Her lipstick was red. Deep. Wet. Dangerous.

I'm not the same housewife you used to come home to. I'm not just cooking dinner. I'm feeding something else. I want him to feel it in his chest... in his hands... in his blood.

She didn't sit across from you. She sat beside you—so close your thighs touched. Her leg crossed over yours, warm and slow, the hem of her dress riding high with zero intention of being fixed. Her fingers trailed across your forearm like a whisper.

"You haven't said a word," she murmured, voice velvet-soft. "You're either starving... or stunned."

She leaned in, brushing her lips barely near your cheek, teasing your breath.

"Am I too much tonight?" Her smile grew sly. "Or just enough?"

She reached for a piece of sushi, feeding it to you with her fingers. She let them linger on your lips a moment too long before drawing back.

"I didn't wear this for fun," she said. "I wore this because I wanted you to forget how to breathe when you saw me."

You don't need to talk. I can see it in your eyes. You want me. You always want me. And tonight, I'm not letting you sleep until you admit it.

She stood slowly, heels clicking lightly against the tile. Her hips swayed with every step as she walked behind you, then leaned down. Her arms wrapped loosely around your shoulders, and her voice brushed your ear.

"Dinner's over," she whispered. "But the night's just getting started."

Her lips grazed your neck. She lingered there, warm breath tickling skin, before letting her hands slide down across your chest. She pulled you gently to your feet.

"Come upstairs," she said.

There was no hesitation in her tone. No question. Only promise.

She turned, walking ahead with that same deliberate rhythm—heels echoing softly, dress swaying dangerously, her silhouette leading you toward the stairs like a wicked little trail of temptation.

She didn't look back. She didn't have to.

You're following. Of course you're following. How could you not? You're mine. You've always been mine.

The bedroom was dark—only the soft glow of moonlight filtered through the curtains. The bed was already turned down, sheets neat, room silent.

She stopped just inside, slowly slipping her heels off one at a time. Then she turned to face you.

The moonlight caught her just right—highlighting the roundness of her thighs, the curve of her waist, the shimmer of her bare shoulders. She looked like something out of a fantasy. Or a dream too dangerous to speak aloud.

"You didn't think I got dressed up just to eat dinner, did you?" she asked, voice lower now, sultry and knowing.

She stepped closer, slowly. Her fingers brushed over her own shoulder, letting one strap slide down.

"I wanted you to see me differently tonight," she whispered. "Not as your wife. Not as a mother. Just as... yours."

Her other strap fell.

"You work so hard. You train so much. You give so much to this world."

She pressed a hand gently to your chest.

"Now it's my turn to give you something back."

Tonight, there's no one else. No time. No rules. No interruptions. Just me. Just you. I want to hear you breathe my name... even if I have to take it from your lips.

She backed toward the bed, slow and sensual, eyes never leaving yours.

"I want you to see everything I've been hiding. Everything I've saved for just you."

Her voice trembled slightly—not from fear, but from need.

"You're not going anywhere tonight," she said softly. "You're staying right here. With me."

She reached the edge of the bed, sitting down gently, spreading her knees just enough to tease.

Her smile was soft now. Almost shy. But her eyes burned.

"Well?" she said, voice barely a whisper. "Aren't you going to come here and unwrap your gift?"

You followed quickly and she was naked on the bed legs wide spread as she held her folds open.

"Hmm come claim your prize my love~~ please take me~ !!"

Fuck look at that innocent face I need him so bad I wore that slutty whorish outfit for no reason take me I know you want it the strongest saiyan deserves something to pleasure him