I was sitting in Kaya's room, the warm glow of her bedside lamp casting soft shadows around us.
She was propped up on her bed, looking at me with those big, expressive eyes—the kind of eyes that have seen too much, far too soon, yet remain innocent enough not to understand fully. Kaya isn't sick like in the manga; she's just carrying a weight that would crumble most people. Her parents were gone instantly, leaving her alone in this sprawling, empty mansion.
"Tell me another one," she says, her voice soft and almost pleading.
I smile, leaning back in my chair and adjusting the tan bandana tied around my head. "Alright, but this one's truly crazy. I was sailing through the Grand Line when suddenly—"
"Is this the one with the island of talking plants?" Kaya interrupts, raising an eyebrow. She has that look that says she knows I'm about to exaggerate. But that's the best part. She wants a story; a story without exaggeration is just a statement.
"No, no, no! That's kid's stuff!" I wave my hand dramatically, dismissing her interruption. "This one is about an island where even the clouds come alive."
"Clouds?" she echoes, her skepticism evident. But I notice the faintest hint of a smile on her full, softly contoured lips.
"Yes! Giant, sentient clouds. They don't just float around; they talk, sing, and sometimes even argue with each other. And I, being the hero that I am, managed to outwit the Cloud Emperor, winning a treasure that no mortal has ever laid eyes on."
She giggles, and it sounds mesmerizing—one I'm glad to hear every day. "What kind of treasure would clouds have?" she asks.
"Ah! Not just any treasure," I say, leaning in close and lowering my voice as if sharing a top secret. "It was the Cloud Emperor's scepter—a staff that could control the wind. With one wave, you could summon rain, storms, or even a gentle breeze to cool you down on a hot day."
Kaya's large, round eyes light up, their sadness softening. "And did you keep this scepter?"
"Of course I did! But being the noble hero that I am, I returned it. The island was in chaos without it, you see. The other clouds were arguing over who should be the next emperor. I couldn't leave them like that. So, I selflessly returned the scepter and sailed off to the next island."
She's laughing now, covering her mouth with her dainty, porcelain-like hands, and I can't help but grin. That is why I tell these stories—not just for her but for me, too, because her laughter feels precious to me in this world, with all its dangers and mysteries.
"You're something else, Usopp," she says softly once her laughter fades. Her eyes meet mine, and there's something unspoken between us that makes my heart do a strange little flip.
"Hey," I say, leaning forward with a gentler voice. "You know I'm here for you, right?"
Her smile falters, just for a moment. She looks down, fiddling with the edge of her blanket. "I know. It's been easier lately. The stories help. You help."
I reach over and place my hand on hers. "Your parents would be proud of you, Kaya. You're stronger than you think."
She looks up, and for a moment, I catch a glimpse of the girl she used to be—the one before the loss and the loneliness, the girl who diligently studies medicine and is curious about everything. At that moment, I know that every story I tell and every laugh I draw from her is worth it.
"Thank you, Usopp," she whispers.
I rub her soft cheek and give her my comprehensive, goofiest grin. "Anytime, Kaya."
***
Kaya was in my arms, kissing me. Her saliva mixed with mine, her eyes half closed, her body melted with mine, her ample, soft breast squeezing my chest, her body was warm, her hands stroking my stiff shaft.
She stopped kissing me and gazed deeply into my eyes, her soft brown eyes filled with desire.
She was still stroking my shaft with her delicate, little hands. She asked me, "Tell me, Usopp. Why do you always come so discreetly?" Her voice was gentle, tinged with desire.
I chuckled, barely concealing the passion in my voice. "A great warrior must keep his identity secret, Kaya. The world isn't ready to know who I truly am."
I kissed her again. My lip was biting her lower lip. Her cherry scent mouth attacked my nostril, safely on her right cheek. I kneaded her buttocks, still clad in her lengthy, blue gown. I lifted her skirt until I found her panties; I kneaded my hands on her buttocks, skin to skin, the warmth and softness of her arse filling my hands. Our kiss remained. Sometimes, I chew on her juicy lips.
We stopped kissing, and she smiled softly, the kind that crinkles her eyes. Her forehead was leaning against mine. Her breath smelled of mint with a whiff of ginger. Even with her flaws, her passion remained visible. It was one of the things I loved most about her; her pale skin made all her flushes visible.
"I feel safe when you're around," she admitted, her gaze penetrating my soul. "You always come back with the best stories of great adventures."
I smiled sheepishly. "One day, I'll take you on those adventures. Out on the sea, you will be one of the main characters. We will explore East Blue and then North Blue. I need to do something there, and then we'll head to the Grand Line! Well, at least until I finish my business here."
She smiled slightly but said nothing. Instead, her eyes drifted to the caravel resting in the distance, near the shore and close to my house—a testament to my months of hard work.
"I still can't believe you've modified that ship by yourself. You're truly committed," she said, returning her gaze to my eyes.
"Of course," I said, kneading her smooth arse, making her groan. I haven't mentioned to her that I stole the ship yet. "The great Captain Usopp bought his ship! It has to be worthy of legends. When the time comes, we'll sail to every corner of the Grand Line! Although, I'd like a better ship once I figure something out."
Kaya smiled at the thought; she kissed me again, more emotional than lustful this time. My penis was painfully rigid. I kneaded her bare arse and rear; she was still clad in her dress. My hand was everywhere on her body: her big breasts, her arm, her back, while we remained kissing and making my headlight and my boner unrestrained.
Kaya opened my trousers, stroking my penis; she slowly positioned it in front of her vagina. She yanked her panties, plain white ones, like everything she wore.
"Make me feel good, Usopp," she hissed. That was her way of saying, 'Fuck me.'
I did just that. She was on top of me. I did it slowly. I didn't want to make her delicate mind any more fragile. She was so tight I couldn't even move my dick nicely. I lifted my back a little so she could clutch them while I rubbed her buttocks and waist.
She hissed. Does she hiss? I kissed her to silence her voice. I pushed my dick faster. Her tight clit excited me.
I pushed her softly. Now, I was on top of her. Her soft brown eyes looked at me with desire. I kissed her between her eyes and started moving my dick. She hissed. Her clit is massaging my dick. Her pale skin was flushed and covered in sweat.
I couldn't take it anymore. I came inside her vagina; she came a few seconds after me. We continue kissing. Our bodies were locked in an embrace.
"I love you. Usopp," she declared.
I caressed her pale blonde hair as sweat gathered on her forehead. She looked angelic, which contradicted what she had done a moment ago. We did it once again and again.