The golden afternoon light in Capsule Corp's private lounge had shifted to a warm evening glow, painting the cum-stained couch and scattered clothes in soft oranges. Krillin lay exhausted but still semi-hard in the middle of the pile, his short, muscular body slick with sweat and the mixed releases of three very satisfied women. Bulma sprawled across his chest, blue hair messy, tracing lazy circles on his abs. Chi-Chi pressed against his side, black hair loose, one leg thrown possessively over his thigh. Panchy lounged at his feet, golden blonde waves fanned out, her massive breasts still heaving as she recovered from her last orgasm.
"Oh my~ that was even better than the last round," Panchy sighed happily, licking a stray drop of Krillin's cum from her finger. "You really know how to keep Mama and her girls happy, shorty."
Bulma smirked, nipping Krillin's nipple. "We've got a problem though. Videl's been texting me all week complaining about Gohan. 'He's always buried in books or training with Dad and Vegeta. I'm going crazy over here.' Poor girl's probably touching herself every night thinking about a real man who actually finishes the job."
Chi-Chi's eyes lit up with that fiery, dominant spark. "My daughter-in-law? Perfect. She's family. And she deserves this as much as we do. Gohan's off on Beerus' planet with the boys for who-knows-how-long. We lure her here, trap her in the lounge, and let Krillin give her what she's been missing. She won't say no once she sees what we've been up to."
Panchy clapped her hands. "Oh my, a family trap! I'll make tea and snacks. You two handle the bait."
Bulma grabbed her phone, typing fast while still grinding lazily against Krillin's thigh. *Videl, emergency family meeting at the lab lounge. Pan's fine—she's with Goten and Trunks. But we need your help with something urgent about the boys' training. Come alone. Door's unlocked.*
Chi-Chi sent a follow-up: *Don't make me come drag you, missy. It's important.*
Twenty minutes later, the lounge door hissed open. Videl stepped in, her black hair in its signature bob, wearing a tight orange tank top that hugged her athletic curves and black spandex shorts that showed off her toned fighter's legs and ass. She looked every bit the tough Z-Fighter wife—confident, a little annoyed. "Alright, what's the big emergency? If this is another one of Bulma's 'genius ideas' that involves me babysitting while you two gossip—"
The door locked behind her with a loud click. Videl spun around, eyes widening as she took in the scene: Krillin naked and glistening, the three women barely covered in robes and lab coats, the unmistakable smell of sex thick in the air, and wet spots still visible on the couch.
"What the—?! Krillin?! Mom?! Bulma?! What the hell is going on here?!" Videl's face flushed crimson, fists clenching. "You're all… naked? With Krillin? While Gohan and the others are training?!"
Bulma stood slowly, letting her lab coat fall open to reveal her cum-leaking thighs. "Relax, Videl. We're all in the same boat. Goku, Vegeta, and Gohan are light-years away getting their asses kicked by Whis. We've been… keeping each other company. Krillin's got stamina for days. And you've been complaining nonstop about how Gohan's too tired or too busy to fuck you properly."
Chi-Chi stepped forward, arms crossed under her heavy breasts, qipao half-open. "Exactly. You're my daughter-in-law. Family takes care of family. We're trapping you here until you get what you need. Door's locked. No one's leaving until Krillin's filled that frustrated little pussy of yours."
Panchy giggled from the couch. "Oh my, don't look so shocked, dear. Mama already had four loads today. It feels wonderful~"
Videl backed up against the locked door, heart pounding. "This is insane! I'm married to Gohan! You're all cheating and now you're trying to drag me into it? Krillin, say something! You're 18's husband!"
Krillin sat up, rubbing his bald head sheepishly, but his cock twitched visibly at the sight of Videl's toned body. "Videl… they kinda forced me into it at first too. But… damn, you look good. And if Gohan's neglecting you…"
Chi-Chi moved fast—fighter quick—grabbing Videl's wrists and pinning them above her head against the door. "No more talking. Strip her, girls. Krillin, get over here and show her what she's missing."
Bulma and Panchy descended like predators. They yanked Videl's tank top up and off, exposing her perky, sweat-glistened breasts. Shorts and panties were shoved down her legs in one motion. Videl struggled, but Chi-Chi's grip was iron. "Let me go! I can't— Gohan would— ahh!"
Krillin was already on his knees in front of her, strong hands spreading her thighs. His tongue dragged up her slick folds— she was already wet despite the protests. "Fuck, Videl… you're soaked. Been thinking about this, huh?" He sucked her clit hard, two thick fingers sliding into her tight heat.
Videl's knees buckled, a loud moan escaping before she could stop it. "N-no— Krillin, stop— oh god, that feels… don't you dare stop!" Her hips bucked against his face involuntarily. Bulma pinched her nipples, Panchy kissing her neck.
"See? Your body knows what it wants," Chi-Chi whispered in her ear. "Let shorty fuck you senseless. We won't tell Gohan… if you don't."
Videl's resistance crumbled fast. "I hate you all— but fuck, yes! Eat my pussy, Krillin! Harder!" Her first orgasm hit in under a minute, thighs clamping around his bald head as she squirted on his tongue. "Fuuuck! I'm cumming already!"
They dragged her to the couch. Krillin sat back, cock rock-hard and veiny. Chi-Chi forced Videl to straddle him reverse cowgirl. "Ride him. Now. Show us how bad you need it."
Videl sank down with a broken moan, taking every thick inch. "He's so thick— stretching me so good! Gohan's never this full!" She started bouncing hard, ass rippling, breasts jiggling wildly. Krillin gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her.
"That's it, Videl— fuck my cock like you own it," Krillin growled. "Tell your mother-in-law how much better I am than her son."
"Better— so much better! Your cock's ruining my married pussy!" Videl cried, head thrown back. Bulma and Chi-Chi watched, fingers between their legs, Panchy sucking on Videl's bouncing tits.
They flipped her onto all fours. Krillin slammed in doggy style, pounding deep while Chi-Chi sat on the armrest in front of her. "Eat me while he fucks you, daughter-in-law. Taste what Krillin left in me earlier."
Videl dove in eagerly, tongue lapping as Krillin railed her. "Mmmph— yes! Pound me harder, shorty! Make me scream louder than Bulma did!" The slap of skin echoed. Krillin spanked her firm ass red. "Gonna fill you up— breed this tight fighter cunt while Gohan's off training!"
"Do it— cum inside me! I want it dripping when I go home!" Videl's second orgasm shattered her, walls milking him until he roared and pumped thick ropes deep inside.
But they weren't done. Shower round—Krillin holding Videl up against the tiles, legs around his waist, fucking her standing while hot water cascaded. "You're so strong— lifting me like I weigh nothing," she panted, biting his shoulder. "Don't stop— I'm yours tonight!"
Bulma and Chi-Chi joined in the steam, kissing Videl and Krillin as he filled her a second time.
Back on the couch for missionary—slow and deep now, eye contact intense. "Look at me while you cum again," Krillin ordered. Videl's legs locked around him. "I can't believe I'm cheating on Gohan… but I love it. Fuck me like you mean it, Krillin!"
He did—three more creampies before they collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked pile. Videl lay across Krillin's chest, glowing, while the others cuddled around.
"Welcome to the club," Bulma purred, kissing Videl's forehead. "Same time tomorrow? Before the boys come home."
Videl laughed breathlessly, tracing Krillin's abs. "You trapped me good… but I'm not complaining. Round five after dinner?"
Chi-Chi smirked. "That's my girl."
Krillin pulled them all closer. "You women are going to be the death of me… but what a way to go while the Saiyans train.