The sun reached its peak, yet Luffy remained absent. Consequently, the women were compelled to take matters into their own hands and tidy the deck themselves. Uta reclined beneath the ship's mast, accompanied by a broom and mop resting nearby.
Uta's frustration seethed as she muttered, "That damn guy, I swear I'll give him a good smack across the face when I meet him." The memory of his sly grin, concealing his deviousness, only fueled her disdain. Despite her best efforts to avoid succumbing to his deceitful ways, he always managed to outsmart her.
Uta's eyes shifted toward Captain Hina, Makino, and Nojiko, who were diligently tidying up the remaining debris. With a hint of exhaustion, Makino called out to Uta, "I'm heading to the kitchen. What drink would you like?"
"Orange juice is fine, don't forget the ice too," Makino nodded upon hearing the request. She promptly offered it to the two remaining women before gracefully walking away.
Despite the chaos surrounding them, Makino remains remarkably upbeat, her smile unwavering. In stark contrast, Uta appears as though she has just emerged from a grueling battle, her impatience to seek retribution against Luffy noticeable. However, her surprise grew as she laid eyes on Nojiko, who was approaching her at a leisurely pace.
"All of them are beyond help, apart from me and Captain Hina, no one will put Luffy in check, while that orange haired girl, she was really lucky to escape."
In all honesty, Uta's true sentiment is that, despite allowing Luffy to have his way with her body, she harbors a deep resentment towards him. She feels as though she is being treated like a tool, merely a means to fulfill his carnal desires.
"Is there something that's been troubling you, Uta?" Nojiko noticed Uta was lost in a daydream and couldn't resist asking, but instead of a friendly response, she received a piercing glare that sent her into a panic.
"S-Sorry, I was just worried you weren't feeling well or something," Nojiko, having spent a year in each other's company, had come to realize that this peculiar girl was not as bad as she had initially believed. Initially, she harbored the belief that Uta, having accompanied Luffy to Cocoyasi Village, possessed a malice like him.
On multiple occasions, Uta graciously intervened when Luffy engaged in playful banter with her or Nami. She even took the initiative to caution her about Luffy's nature, advising her to exercise caution and not place blind trust in him. Consequently, Nojiko perceived this as a sign of their bond growing stronger, although her sentiments appeared one-sided.
Uta took a moment to collect herself, inhaling deeply. She understood that Nojiko had fallen prey to Luffy's trap, and she didn't want to make her feel uneasy in her presence. Uta couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her. She knew all too well what Luffy had in mind when he chose to bring along Nojiko and Nami.
"It must have been really hard on you these few days. Your little sister ran away, and Luffy definitely punished you for that," Uta said, her expression turning guilty as she spoke, acknowledging the hardship that had befallen her in recent days. Her younger sister had run away, and she couldn't help but feel responsible for the consequences that followed. In her mind, if only she had been able to stop Luffy that day, Nojiko wouldn't have had to endure such suffering.
"Umm, he really gave me a heavy punishment. Even now my whole body feels like it's cracking," Nojiko found herself at a loss for words, unable to articulate anything other than the fact that she couldn't possibly disclose to Uta the intimate encounter she had shared with Luffy throughout the entire night. She couldn't bear to imagine the violation her body endured that night.
Uta possesses a keen intuition, enabling her to detect Nojiko's strange behavior, particularly when her cheeks abruptly flush crimson. However, inexplicably, she chooses to disregard it. Their conversation came to an end, but at that very moment, Makino appeared, carrying a tray of drinks for everyone.
-***-
"Mmmh...♡ stop it! You're cheating... ahhnn...♡ I disagree with your methods... if you continue like this, I...♡"
In a matter of minutes, Miss Goldenweek, perched on my lap, assumed a pitiful face. This unfortunate turn of events was a direct result of my restless hands, unable to resist the temptation of playfully tormenting her delicate body. Whenever my hand ventured beneath her garments, caressing her abdomen, she would emit a somewhat awkward yet undeniably pleasurable moan.
Her demeanor had undergone a noticeable transformation. Though she still hurled curses my way, there was an unmistakable air of lasciviousness whenever she let out a moan or tightly clenched her fists.
"If you think this is cheating you just need to do the same to me, right now we are both doing a test to determine the winner, right?"
Once Miss Goldenweek applied her hypnosis technique to our bodies, a wave of desire washed over us, leading to her subsequent anger towards me for selecting this particular form of hypnosis. Now, she finds herself with no alternative but to suppress her desires and rely on my commitment.
As her body instinctively swayed, I gently guided her gaze towards me. To my astonishment, she appeared quite eager, like a person consumed by lust. The surprise mirrored on her face suggested that I, too, shared a similar sentiment.
"Here, now you can do the same to me," I delicately brushed my hand against her rosy cheek, causing her to bashfully avert her gaze. However, she couldn't help but let out a soft grumble.
Miss Goldenweek weakly retorted, "Don't equate me with a pervert like you," However, much to her dismay, the hypnotic art adorning her body continued to exert its influence, rendering her resistance futile.
"Just say you don't know how. I'll be happy to teach you," I suggested, removing her hat that obstructed my view. Tossing it aside, her head was now fully visible to me.
As previously mentioned, rather than her, I prefer Miss Valentine, because she doesn't have any outstanding charm other than she's just a cute girl. However, it is worth noting that the hypnotic effect she has on me keeps my desire levels elevated.
Without any delay, my hand, which had been caressing her face tenderly, swiftly grasped her cheek and brought her delicate lips into contact with mine. I seized the opportunity presented by her astonishment, allowing my tongue to explore the depths of her mouth, savoring the abundance of her saliva.
"Mmmh...♡ stop... aghohh...♡ I hate you!..." Despite her clenched little hands persistently striking my chest in annoyance, I remained undeterred. I proceeded to lift her shirt, revealing the delicate mound of flesh nestled on her chest.
"See how you enjoy this, don't hold back."
Breathless and gasping for air…
"Ahnn..♡ you scoundrel, I am well aware of your deceit... Ah, if you dare to lay another hand on me, I will...♡ Ahh…♡"
'Her body must be very sensitive, huh,' I thought to myself, despite her evident disdain for me. However, driven by her intense desire, she could only emit a despairing moan as I bestowed upon her a fervent kiss. Particularly noteworthy was her reaction to the relentless pinching of her delicate nipples, which left her body trembling and vulnerable.