On the other side, back at Luffy's pace
The door closed with a click.
And then there was only silence.
Ain stood in the center of the steam-filled bathroom, heart thudding like a drum in her chest. Her legs felt like jelly, her skin still tingling from Luffy's hands, his voice, his breath. She swallowed hard, lips still swollen from the passionate kiss they had shared just moments ago.
The steam curled around her like a ghost, warm and wet, wrapping her body in his scent.
She touched her lips with trembling fingers.
"He said he'd be back… tonight."
A soft gasp escaped her, unbidden, as her mind played his words on loop.
I'll make you worthy enough to be a woman to carry my child.
Her breath caught again, chest rising and falling with the weight of that promise.
Her womb fluttered at the thought. Her very being seemed to respond to his claim. She wasn't just a subordinate, not anymore. She was his… his woman-in-training. His soon-to-be bedmate.
The thought both thrilled and terrified her.
She rushed back to her quarters—each step echoing down the hallway like a quiet storm.
Tap... tap... tap...
Once inside, she closed the door and leaned against it, palms flat, breathing heavily.
Ain turned to her full-length mirror. She was still wearing only a towel—clinging to her flushed skin, barely covering her breasts and thighs. Her damp hair cascaded down her back, trailing beads of water across her spine. Her eyes were wide with nerves, but underneath it all… hunger.
She wanted to serve, to submit to Luffy.
And so… she began her preparation.
Her wardrobe was more modest than most expected. She had always dressed as a soldier first—a Marine Soldier, respected and feared. But tucked away at the back of her private storage were… options.
Some of them were gifts, some were daring purchases. Fantasy-wear she never thought she'd wear.
But now, she would wear all of them if it meant drawing Luffy's gaze and getting his approval.
She reached for the first outfit—a black mesh, laced with crimson ribbons and delicate silver accents. As she slipped it on, the soft swish of fabric and the tiny click of garter clasps filled the room.
Swish... Shhhk...
She turned to the mirror. Her nipples were faintly visible beneath the sheer material. The bodice hugged her waist, and the lace framed her hips and thighs like artwork.
It was bold and sinful.
But something was missing.
Too cold… too formal… not playful enough, She thought, biting her lower lip.
She stripped it off quickly, tossing it onto the bed, and grabbed the next one.
It was a white bikini with gold trim with thin strings, soft cups. It left nearly nothing to the imagination.
She tied it slowly, watching the string tighten around her hips with a soft pull-pull sound. The bottom barely covered her curves—her plump behind almost spilled out when she turned.
She bent forward slightly, checking herself from behind.
Fffft~!
A soft, wet pat echoed beneath her as a single drop of water fell from her still-damp hair to the small of her back.
She shivered. "Would he like this one? It's skimpy… cheeky… maybe a bit too playful?"
She cupped her breasts, adjusting the top, squeezing lightly.
Squish!
Her face flushed and she quickly changed again.
Then came the deep-blue lace, high-waisted and regal-looking. Then the dangerously low-cut silk babydoll. Then the see-through mesh bodysuit with crisscrossing straps. Then the fiery red set with golden embroidery, matching garter belts, and delicate chokers.
With each outfit came a new rush of emotion. A fantasy. A desire to show Luffy a different version of her.
The confident seductress.
The obedient servant.
The elegant lover.
The helpless woman melted in his touch.
She even pulled out a tiny pair of violet pasties and matching thong she'd never once dared try. As she slipped them on, she could feel the air kiss her skin—her sensitive peaks standing hard against the light fabric.
Ffft!
Snap... Pat...
Each change of clothes brought a new wet sound of her skin against silk or lace. Her thighs remained slick—not with water anymore, but with growing need. Her body hadn't calmed once since he left. If anything, it had only grown hotter.
By the time the sun had fully dipped beneath the horizon, her quarters were a sea of discarded lingerie and silk. Her bed was strewn with tiny bows, ribbon clasps, and mirror-glossed heels she tried but discarded.
She was glowing—not just from the warm lighting or the oils she had applied to her skin—but from something deeper.
Ain finally settled on a daring yet elegant piece—a deep violet see-through nightgown, slit up to the hip, with black lace trimming the hem. It dipped low between her breasts, tied together by a single black ribbon that barely held it shut. Her matching choker completed the look—tight, possessive, and deliciously submissive.
She added soft perfume at her pulse points—her wrists, her neck, between her thighs.
And then, she waited for his return.
The seconds passed slowly.
She sat on the edge of the bed, hands folded neatly in her lap, legs crossed, heart racing.
Tick. Tock. Tick.
She stood up and paced, and then sat down again.
She ran her fingers through her hair.
She touched her collarbone, feeling how fast her heart beat beneath her skin.
Her mind raced.
Will he like this? Will he touch me again? Will he praise me? Tell me I've improved? Will he… take me as his tonight?
Her thighs clenched at the thought. Her toes curled slightly. She whispered his name under her breath, over and over again like a silent mantra.
"Luffy… Luffy… Vice Admiral Luffy…"
Her breath hitched every time.
She wanted to kiss his hand. To feel his palm against her cheek. To rest her head in his lap, or kneel by his side, offering herself like the loyal woman she was becoming.
She wanted to hear him say she belonged to him.
Just at that moment, the door opened.
Click.
The soft sound of boots entering.
Ain stood up so fast she nearly tripped.
Luffy stepped inside—his deep eyes scanning the room lazily at first before they landed on her.
His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his muscular chest. His body exuded strength, confidence… and that same quiet dominance that made her legs tremble.
He saw her—how she dressed, how she waited—and the corner of his mouth curved upward into a sharp, pleased grin.
He closed the door slowly.
Click.
"…You've been busy," He murmured.
Ain swallowed, eyes wide, hands trembling slightly at her sides. "I… I wanted to be ready for you, sir."
Luffy stepped closer. His eyes raked over her body—every inch. From the ribbon between her breasts to the slit revealing her thigh.
The air between them grew heavier.
"…And did you enjoy dressing up for me?" He asked, voice like velvet.
Ain nodded slowly, heat rushing to her cheeks. "Yes… I wanted to… I needed to. I wanted you to see me like this. I want to be beautiful for you."
Luffy's smirk deepened.
"You are," He said simply.
Ain nearly melted.
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Spoilers for the next three chapters!
Chapter 151: The Dragon's Claim
Chapter 152: The Dragon's Claim (2)
Chapter 153: The Dragon's Claim (3)
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