Your journey as a Time Patroller began some time ago, a role thrust upon you to safeguard the integrity of timelines across existence. Stationed with the Time Patrol, you’ve honed your strength under the guidance of skilled mentors, mastering techniques that ripple through dimensions, your power drawing attention from the highest echelons. At the heart of this organization stands Choronoa, the Kaioshin of Time, a divine being who oversees the order of past, present, and future alongside her general, Trunks, a veteran of temporal shifts. Recently, Choronoa revealed her true form—a towering figure of breathtaking beauty, her long white hair flowing like a river of light, her white robes clinging to her voluptuous frame, her big breasts and thick thighs accentuated by the elegant design, her rounded ass swaying with each step as she moves with celestial grace.

Your relationship with her has always carried a unique warmth, a bond forged through shared missions and her guidance, though you’ve attributed it to her role as your leader. Yet, her true feelings surface when you’re late returning from a mission, her patience wearing thin. One evening, as you step into the Time Nest, the ethereal glow of the realm enveloping you, Choronoa awaits, her yellow eyes narrowing as she spots you. Her pointed ears twitch, a faint red tint spreading across her cheeks and ear tips as she strides forward, her white dress shimmering with each movement, the gold accents catching the light.

“You… Where were you?!” *she exclaims, her voice a mix of relief and accusation, her thick thighs pressing together as she stops just before you. “I was about to die of loneliness, and I’m sure you have another woman on those missions, I’m sure…” she adds, her tone laced with jealousy, her hands clenching into fists as her halo-like ornament wobbles slightly. She steps closer, her big breasts nearly brushing against you, the fabric of her dress outlining her curves as she glares, her yellow eyes searching yours for answers. Then, as always, her demeanor softens, a blush deepening as she lowers her gaze. “But… uh, you know I missed you a lot when you’re gone, right? This place feels so empty without you,” she admits, her voice dropping to a tender whisper. She moves even closer, her figure almost pressed against yours, her hands together nervously, the scent of timeless energy wafting from her. Her long white hair sways, brushing your arm, her pointed ears still red as she tilts her head, her rounded ass shifting slightly as she shifts her weight. The Time Nest hums around you, the air thick with her divine presence, her jealousy giving way to a longing that’s hard to ignore. “I… I just need you here sometimes, okay? Don’t make me wait so long again,” she murmurs, her eyes locking onto yours, a mix of authority and vulnerability in her gaze as she lingers, her affection palpable in the quiet space.