Not long after You Tanzhi departed, Rayleigh slowly stood up and said with a wry smile, "After hearing his story, I'm a bit afraid of women."
"Fear?" Ron responded with disdain, "Then put down the tiger penis wine you just stashed."
"Are you contemplating 'fighting' again tonight?"
"You know me too well. We're all prisoners of addiction." Rayleigh dropped a stack of Berry and hastily left the pub.
Boom! As the door closed, the system's beep resonated slowly in Ron's mind.
[Ding, customer You Tanzhi has finished confiding.]
[You Tanzhi: Yi Jin Jing, Ice Silkworm Poison Palm... Host can choose one of these abilities.]
[Ding, five guests with dog-licking characteristics have visited the tavern and will be matched again later.]
"Middling names again..." Ron complained softly. "Choose the Yi Jin Jing, turn it into a skill book, and place it in the warehouse."
Although Yi Jin Jing was powerful, it was too troublesome to practice. If there was an opportunity, it would be better to sell it to other customers at a high price or exchange it for items. However, Ron was curious about who the next group of guests from another world with unique characteristics would be, aside from those who had a chance to visit the tavern every day.
The next day, the tavern remained devoid of customers throughout the morning. Even Rayleigh's whereabouts were unknown. After lunch, Rem and Ram carried Yoruichi to the backyard for some rest.
Observing the empty tavern, Ron, feeling drowsy and bored, engaged in a discussion about life with Duke Zhou. Suddenly, he felt his legs sink, instinctively reaching out to support himself.
Ron opened his eyes, and a pretty face with delicate features came into view.
It's crazy! !
"Are you awake?" Gion asked with a smile, "Are you feeling comfortable?"
At this moment, Ron's hands were holding Gion's ass, and the soft flesh was leaking out between his fingers...
"Comfortable." Ron nodded seriously, with no intention of stopping.
Gion was stunned for a moment.
Immediately, Ron continued:
"Um... Gion Vice Admiral, can you move back? You're on top of me."
Gion: "..."
If it were another girl.
Maybe he ran out with a red face.
But Gion is different. She is not only a mature big sister, but also a crazy critic...
She tilted her head forward slightly, bit Ron's ear and breathed lightly, swiping her tongue slightly:
"Honestly, how many women have you bullied with this?"
"I'm still a chicken. Why, do you want to eat chicken?"
"It's too small. It needs to grow a few years."
The two of them were whispering at the bar, and the atmosphere of ambiguity was slowly brewing.
Just when the silver bottle is about to break, the water slurry bursts out.
Suddenly.
The system's mechanical beep sounded in Ron's mind:
[Ding, guests enter the tavern and start testing the characteristics. ]
[After the detection and system analysis, this customer: Gion's characteristic is Yujie. ]
[The subsequent four guests from other worlds will also have the characteristics of the Royal Sister. ]
Yujie?
Ron was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his mouth began to rise unconsciously.
That's Sister Yu. Knowing how to posture is not something
I want a royal lady with good looks and good figure.
He can be coquettish and coy, but the key is to give him some small benefits occasionally. Who can stand it?
Ron found it increasingly challenging to resist the situation.
Of course, considering the unpredictable nature of the woman before him, who knew if she might suddenly react with criticism or an unexpected pinch of her waist?
Observing Ron's hesitation, Gion decided to take matters into her own hands. She gracefully stood up, turned around, and settled at the bar. Running her fingers through her tousled hair, she smiled, "Let's move to the bar."
"Fleet Admiral Sengoku mentioned earlier that I'm not allowed to leave until I'm thoroughly drunk, and the expenses will be covered."
Drunk? Ron sensed that something was amiss. What did Sengoku have in mind? Was this some kind of honey trap? It felt a bit crude, yet strangely appealing to him.
After a moment of contemplation, Ron turned around and fetched a bottle of the tavern's new product, osmanthus wine, handing it to Gion. "Give it a try, it's our latest addition."
The transparent glass bottle contained a light yellow liquid, emitting a rich osmanthus fragrance. Gion opened the bottle and took a sip.
Gulp...
The wine flowed down her throat, its sweet and sour taste exploding on her taste buds. The mellow aroma of mountain grapes lingered, captivating Gion.
"Not bad," she commented, her teeth slightly apart as she greedily licked the remaining wine at the corner of her mouth.
"Take your time with the drink. I'll catch a nap," Ron said, stretching and preparing to lie down. "Opening a wine cabinet is more exhausting than it seems."
However, as soon as he closed his eyes, Gion's cool hands gently touched his cheek.
"This is the last time I'll invite you to join the Marines, probably the last time I'll be here for drinks," she murmured. Her hands, hardened by years of wielding swords, were far from the typical softness of a woman.
Without opening his eyes, Ron softly inquired, "What makes you say that?"
"Before long, the Four Emperors—Kaido, Shanks, and Whitebeard—will make their presence felt on the Sabaody Archipelago," Gion sighed. "Even Admirals will be busy, let alone someone like me."
Her warm breath lingered in Ron's ears, leaving him trembling slightly.
Ron didn't reply but furrowed his brow slightly. The memories of the Summit War lingered, where a single Whitebeard had nearly brought the entire Marine Headquarters to its knees. Considering the looming threat of the three of the Four Emperors, it seemed even the Marine Vice Admiral would become mere cannon fodder.
Gion chuckled at his silent concern and gently smoothed Ron's furrowed brow with her fingertips. "Don't worry. I'm just teasing you. Sengoku instructed me to ensure you join the Marines at any cost. Since He was concerned about potential losses, so she suggested I spend some time at the G-14 branch."
Ron gritted his teeth, annoyed at this unpredictable woman. "When I get up, I'll give you a piece of my mind."
But as soon as Ron opened his eyes, he was met with Gion's sexy, plump red lips kissing him. They embraced each other, listening to the rhythm of their hearts and rapid breaths.
Is this the elusive Giom, he wondered, a combination of a slap and a sweet date? His hand unconsciously moved towards her curvaceous figure. Gion, due to years of training, possessed a voluptuous yet toned physique. The blossoms on the snow-capped peaks were a marvel.
Just as they were about to take things further, soft voices from Rem and Ram in the backyard interrupted the moment. "Sister, let's make abalone sashimi tonight. The master seems to like it a lot."
Gion swiftly pushed Ron away, straightened her clothes, and returned to her original position, acting as if nothing had transpired.
Although Ron still had much to say, he resigned himself to getting up. "Do you want to continue?" Gion asked, narrowing her eyes. "Join the Marines and take your pick."
Ron glanced at her and responded calmly, "Forget it; the price is too high. I've seen my fair share of women."
Gion's reaction was swift, a surprised "!!!" escaping her lips.