The first ray of sunlight filtered through the curtains, brushing his skin like a distracted touch.
Buu barely moved, his eyelids half-closed, still suspended between dream and wakefulness.
It didn't last long, a shocking sensation of pleasure made him wake up suddenly. He saw a figure near his feet, it was Mrs. Brief, who was giving him a blowjob.
"Oh good morning. Fuck, this is life." He said, looking warmly at her.
"Good morning dear, I came to wake you up and saw a lollipop waiting for me, so I rushed over." she began to lick the tip slowly.
"If you always wake me up like this I'll want to sleep with you all the time." Buu was close to coming
Feeling Buu's cock throbbing, Mrs. Brief put the whole head of his cock inside her mouth preparing to swallow as much seed as possible.
"Shit, I'm cumming." At this point Mrs. Brief took his cock as deep as possible and began to swallow it all.
"Oh my God, you cum so much, but why does it taste like strawberries?" she asked as she began licking the remains that fell from her mouth onto her breasts.
'"It's like a smoothie... maybe I should really wake him up like this every day.' she thought as she looked at him like a hunter with her prey.
"What can I say, I am special" Buu grinned.
Meanwhile, in another room of the house, Bulma hadn't slept.
She'd been staring at the ceiling of her room for hours, the sheets twisted around her legs, her mind in a whirlwind that showed no signs of slowing.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the same scene. Her mother with him.
She had been spying unintentionally, at least at first. Or so she told herself.
Mai knocked softly on the door, interrupting her train of thought.
"Are you awake?"
Bulma sat up, running a hand through her hair. "Yes. Come in."
Mai watched her silently for a moment.
"You don't look like you slept much."
"I wasn't sleepy."
The answer came out too quickly, too stiffly.
Mai didn't comment, but her look said it all.
Then, as if changing the subject, she approached the window. "He's already outside."
Bulma stood up abruptly. "Who?"
Mai half-smiled. "Who do you think?"
Bulma approached, trying to keep her tone neutral.
Down in the courtyard, Buu stood in front of the garden, gazing up at the sky. He seemed lost in thought—too calm to be truly calm.
"What's wrong with you?" Mai asked, without looking away. "You've been acting strange since yesterday."
Bulma pursed her lips. "It's nothing."
"Hmm. You don't seem convinced."
A long silence. Then Bulma whispered, almost to herself, "I don't understand what he really wants from us."
Mai stared at her. "And what do you want from him?"
The question lingered, more cutting than either of them had anticipated.
Bulma ignored her, looking away. "Let's go. If he finds us talking instead of training... I don't want to know what he will do."
Mai followed, but her curious gaze lingered on Bulma longer than necessary.
Outside, the sun was already high.
Buu barely turned when the two girls appeared, as if he'd been waiting for them.
His smile was brief, calm... but in his eyes, for an instant, something flickered—a spark of recognition.
He'd seen her.
He'd known.
But he didn't say anything.
'It's not time yet...' Buu thought looking at her
"Are you ready for today? Or do you need another night to... think?"
Bulma stiffened.
Mai glanced sideways at her, surprised.
Buu laughed softly and turned away, walking toward the center of the courtyard.
"Good," he said. "Then let's begin."