We've got some true spice! 

There will definitely be more in the future!

And hey, if you want a specific character, throw them out there. I have a few I already plan on getting to, but perhaps I'll get to your suggestion as well!

I hope you enjoy the chapter!

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Chronoa was floored.

(Y/n), the absolute fucking mad man, proceeded to dismantle the Time Breakers with a casual effort that put literally everything Trunks and Hero had done to shame. He destroyed Towa's partner, Mira, and reset history in a matter of minutes.

The beautiful bastard did it without a shirt, as if to prove he was untouchable. And he was.

In a moment that was captured and certainly preserved for future Time Patrollers to aspire to, he fought off Frieza, Cooler, and Mira without being touched once. If he was using Ultra Instinct, she was stunned by his mastery.

He literally wasn't being touched at all, which would mean he mastered it, yes, but he also showed none of the negative side-effects of the technique. Beyond just Ultra Instinct, the firepower he employed was just... next level.

The only comparison Chronoa could make was if Beerus, as the God of Destruction, and Whis, as the Angel of the Universe, fused. That was constantly, consistently, (Y/n).

And then he came back home and started preparing for their date. He made reservations across space and time, got a suit that fit him way better than it should've, and kept all the stress off Chronoa all-the-while.

They went to a planet named Baratie, known as the "Planet of Food."

Chronoa stared as (Y/n) answered a phone call. She had no idea how he even got a working phone as a Time Patroller, but she supposed it would just be knowledge outside of her scope.

"Come on, Chronoa," (Y/n) grinned, leading the way and forcing what was technically his boss to follow along. "Move those short, little legs!"

Chronoa flushed, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, I'm coming."

She couldn't lie, following (Y/n) felt natural, almost a bit too natural. But she was willing to give it a try. If the date went well, then she'd just have to see what happened.

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Chronoa felt a single, overwhelming emotion.

Attraction.

(Y/n) treated her far too well. He considered her every step, took care of her, and kept her safe.

Chronoa could protect herself, of course. But knowing that (Y/n) was willing to take a step forward and protect her made her warm in a way she'd never experienced before.

But the attraction didn't just stem from how (Y/n) treated her.

He treated the waitstaff phenomenally, had a stupidly charming personality, and was far, far funnier than she could've expected. All her preconceived notions about him slowly started to fall away, and she was beginning to see the truth about (Y/n).

He was an absolute maniac about women.

While he knew how to be respectful, it was absolutely undeniable that he was incredibly simple-minded. And as she observed him, she accepted that Towa didn't trap him, he allowed her to catch him.

Which left Chronoa with a single question: "Why exactly did Towa's plans to seduce (Y/n) fail?"

If he wanted women so badly, and one presented herself to him so readily, why would he ever deny the opportunity?

No, even scarier, what if he did accept it, and he was lying? If this was all a ruse, then what could she do to put him back on the right path?

She knew, and she immediately put her plans into action.

They returned to Toki Toki City, and just when (Y/n) was ready to part ways, Chronoa stopped him.

"Wait, (Y/n). I... Let me... do something for you," Chronoa blushed, and when (Y/n) acquiesced with raised hands, she led him to her quarters.

The Supreme Kai of Time didn't spend much... time resting. As such, her room was quite basic and disinteresting. But she did make sure it was constantly clean, by employing a Time Patroller with the sole job of cleaning.

Chronoa slowly stripped (Y/n), moving her hands delicately and intentionally. His suit blazer was taken off, then his dress shirt, revealing his ridiculously attractive form underneath. All the work he did certainly showed itself.

Chronoa pushed (Y/n) to the edge of the bed, her hands coming to his crotch.

And holy fuck, he was big.

Chronoa didn't know exactly what she expected, but the heat and sheer size was stunning. Despite her surprise, she felt a shudder of excitement run through her, and she slowly unzipped his dress pants.

With a shockingly smooth movement, Chronos pulled the well-fitting pants down just far enough to expose the warrior's... warrior.

"Fuck," she cursed. It was completely unlike her for the profanities to make their way past her thoughts, but in the moment, it just slipped.

Chronoa typically would've laughed at her insistence to avoid calling the penis exactly what it was, but as it bobbed needily before her, she couldn't think it was anything else but a weapon.

Chronoa's hand wrapped around the girthy shaft. The pulsing rod felt so heavy and thick.

She only just noticed how labored her breath was. It was just too much, but she couldn't stop wanting to do more. She slowly knelt, her knees falling to her bedroom carpet. Looking up to the massive cock—and that's what it was, a thick, pulsing cock—a shadow was cast on Chronoa's face.

Looking past it, she could see (Y/n), but something looked innately different about him.

The stupid, easygoing (Y/n) was nowhere to be found, and instead, a masculine, hot (Y/n) had taken his place. And Chronoa felt the urge to please him. For her own goals, yes, but for his pleasure, too.

Her hand slowly drifted up his shaft. Her fingers couldn't touch, no matter how hard she tried. She finally got to his head, and the sheer heat of it caused her to gasp. Then, she went all the way back down.

She looked up to him, to see if she was doing well enough, and when she saw him beginning to relax, she was emboldened to start moving faster. Her delicate hand trailed all the way up, then all the way back down.

She inched closer, taking her other hand and speeding up. With her hands pumping up and down (Y/n)'s thick shaft, Chronoa fell completely into the moment, ignoring everything else and panting breathily.

(Y/n) wouldn't need someone like Towa if Chronoa could keep him focused on being a Time Patroller. And if the soft noises (Y/n) were beginning to make meant anything, she was certainly succeeding in pleasuring him.

In her fervor, she failed to notice the frequency of the twitching was slowly but surely beginning to increase. Her hands kept him engaged, she noted. If all she needed to do was give him a handjob whenever his eyes were travelling, then she'd have an easy time.

Yes, she'd keep doing this. Maybe more, if the time came to it.

She found her hips moving slowly at the thought.

Chronoa's hands, slickened with precum, glid up and down. Up and down, up and down. She fell into a rhythm, her speed beginning to pick up. Firist it was slow, then it became slighter faster, then, in her fervor, Chronoa's hands started moving far, far faster.

(Y/n)'s cock twitched and twitched, bulging then—

His climax came. He came. Spurt after spurt, even as Chronoa's hands kept moving, (Y/n)'s semen shot out. Flying over Chronoa's head and handing on her back and derriere, landing on her face, and covering her hands.

It just kept coming and coming. Warm, heavy, and thick semen was all Chronoa could think about.

Chronoa's hands slowed as the massive cock began to lightly droop. It still looked massive and ready for more, but the satisfied expression on (Y/n)'s face was more than good enough for her.

As the hot liquid ran down her lips, Chronoa's tongue flickered out, tasting the ejaculate. It wasn't... salty like she expected, rather, there was a slightly sweet tang to it.

She found herself enjoying the taste and wanting more, but when she looked up, past (Y/n)'s penis to see his satisfied grin, she suddenly got cold feet. She quickly rose, her face flushing as she realized just what she'd done.

"T-There. Now, you definitely don't need someone like Towa. Anytime you need anything, just come directly to me," Chronoa stood her ground, staying as serious as she could as cum dripped down her face.

When (Y/n) gave her a little nod, she took that as her reason to run away, turning tail and quickly leaving the room. While there was quite a bit on her mind, her desire to please herself was at the very top of the list.

Chronoa totally missed Towa peeping in her focus to please herself.

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Towa stifled a gasp as her fingers traveled around her vulva. Electricity raced up her spine as (Y/n) exploded all over Chronoa, and seeing the Supreme Kai of Time, her biggest enemy, so caught up in the extremely hot moment, was incredibly hot to Towa.

Towa hadn't touched herself in literal years. The sensation was completely foreign, but in the face of such overwhelming emotions, she did so anyways. She found herself so caught up in the moment that she didn't realize (Y/n) had risen from the bed and was now standing over her, with his very thick phallus casting a shadow over her face.

Towa made a request she never thought she would.

She moaned, "Oh please, let me touch it...."

He grinned, "Nope."

Her mouth hung open and she shivered.