Ignoring Nojiko for now, Peter turned toward Nami, who lay face-down on the pillow, hiding her flushed expression in embarrassment.
In one swift motion, he stripped off her underwear, leaving her bare bottom exposed.
Smack~!
"Mmm~!"
"This ass attracts me like a magnet!" He smirked before forcibly spreading her legs, startling her.
Her smooth, glistening thighs shone with sweat, and a sweet scent from between them teased his nose.
"P-Peter!"
She let out a mock-protesting cry as he buried his face between her legs.
His tongue immediately latched onto her entrance, and Nami hurriedly tried to push his head away with a flustered expression.
All of this was happening right in front of Nojiko!
He dragged his tongue in a long lick, making Nami's legs tremble. Like a starving beggar who hadn't eaten for days, he devoured her wet, messy slit.
Kissing, licking, biting—he held nothing back.
Nami bit her quivering lower lip, burying her face deeper into the pillow, refusing to look at him or meet Nojiko's gaze—who was shamelessly pleasuring herself right in front of them. This was too much; she couldn't take it. Her legs shook again as she reached her peak!
Peter's eyes gleamed as he swallowed every drop of her nectar.
"How cute~ You could just admit you love it, you know."
Nami shivered in shame. The truth was, she did love it—she wanted to say it—but she couldn't bring herself to do so in front of her sister.
She lifted her head to glare at Nojiko, only to be stunned by the sight of her drenched clothes and panting face, as if she'd been chased by a dog.
'Damn it, sis… Who knew you were this perverted?'
Coincidentally, both girls were thinking the exact same thing!
"Nami, turn over!" Peter ordered her to lie on her back—but who would've guessed she'd ignore him?
She refused, staying stubbornly in place, prompting Peter to try another tactic: "Seems like you need more training."
Without hesitation, he stripped off his clothes, letting his muscular frame and thick cock take center stage.
Nojiko, who saw this, immediately covered her face with her hands—but, true to classic anime tropes, she left a gap between her fingers to stare at his throbbing erection, a single thought flashing through her mind: 'Will it even fit?'
Nami, still hiding her face in the pillow, missed the sight—otherwise, she would've instantly started calling him Daddy like an obedient girl begging for mercy.
Peter used his hands to spread her cheeks, giving himself a clear view of both her holes.
Her tight little asshole twitched on its own, but he ignored it for now, reminding himself that another entrance took priority.
He dragged his cock along her slit, making Nami shiver as she wondered why his finger had suddenly grown so big.
Once he confirmed she was slick enough, he pressed the tip against her entrance.
His lips curled up as he pushed inside—but only the head, not fully sheathing himself yet. He leaned forward, his legs pinning hers down.
After adjusting to a more comfortable position, he ignored Nami—whose face was still buried in the bed—and thrust in with a single, decisive stroke.
"Mmmmm~!"
A muffled moan echoed in the room.
Nami immediately yanked her face from the pillow to see what had happened.
She already knew it was his cock, but she wanted to see it with her own eyes. Who would've thought he'd take her like this?
"P-Peter, it hurts!"
"Oh? You're still calling me Peter after all this disobedience?"
He grabbed her head and shoved it back into the pillow, then spanked her ass, drawing out a soft whimper.
Truth be told, One Piece girls were tough—both in will and body. Losing their virginity wouldn't bother them too much, which was why Peter chose the path of cruelty with masochistic Nami.
After letting his cock adjust to her tightness, he pulled out to see it glistening red. A saying from his world flashed in his mind: 'Let it go in shiny, come out bloody!'
Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!
The muffled moans continued, but Nami felt like she was losing her mind. The problem? Peter's pace only grew faster with every few thrusts.
At first, it felt nice—but as the minutes passed, his strength and speed kept increasing.
"Haa— Mmm?!"
Smack!
"Mmmm~!"
Every thrust echoed with a loud clap in the room. Every thrust made her plump, jiggly ass shake.
She lifted her head, wanting to say something, but pleasure surged through her body against her will. Her once-neat hair was now disheveled from the constant shaking.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
She didn't know if it was an illusion, but the bed itself seemed to be rocking.
"Nnn~… D-Daddy… I-I'm… Nnn~ S-Sorry!"
She could barely form a coherent sentence, but thankfully, she couldn't see Peter's expression.
With his usual devilish grin, he teased her clit.
His thrusts no longer felt human—each one was more like being rammed by a car.
"D-Daddy~ Nnn~!"
Nami couldn't take it anymore. Her body suddenly stiffened, her toes curling as Peter felt her walls clench around him.
"Hah~! Hah~! Hah~!"
She came!
"Tch. I wasn't even close, and you've already crossed the finish line? How obscene!"
Nami collapsed onto the bed, half-conscious, barely able to catch her breath.
"Alright, rest for now. Your punishment's over."
Then, slowly—with a devilish smirk—he turned toward Nojiko.
The moment their eyes met, Nojiko shuddered, and a sentence instinctively burst from her lips:
"I-I'll be a good girl!" she blurted out in fear.
"Pfft—HA!" Peter burst out laughing at her reaction.
Nami managed a weak smirk upon seeing Nojiko's state.
"N-No, I didn't mean that!" Nojiko cursed her mouth for betraying her.
"It's fine. Come here."
Nojiko crawled on all fours toward Peter, stopping right in front of him, her eyes darting across his body—unable to settle in one place before moving to the next.
"Lick it."
"W-What?!" She knew exactly what he meant, and her gaze immediately locked onto his cock, still glistening with Nami's juices. The thought of tasting her sister's nectar sent shivers down her spine.
"B-But even if I tried, I might not know how… I might bite it, and then it'll—" She quickly tried to escape with a half-hearted threat.
Peter stiffened at the mental image, but he wasn't scared—even if Nojiko bit down, his member would stay intact.
"It's fine. I'll teach you."
Seeing his insistence, Nojiko realized there was no escape. Reluctantly, she brought her mouth closer.
"Yes, just like that."
His calm voice filled the room as he gently brushed her sweat-dampened hair from her face.
Her wet tongue wrapped around his length, and he guided her with a soft touch. The sight of her muffled whimpers only turned him on more.
"Get used to it. You'll be doing this a lot."
The smell was strong, and her nose wrinkled as she tried to avoid inhaling too much.
His hand pressed against the back of her head, slowly pushing her down. It was terrifying. Every time she tried to pull back, he forced her deeper.
She was trapped on his cock.
Her tongue moved involuntarily, sucking at the base as she tried to steal breaths of air.
Tears welled in her eyes as she looked up at him—but he only smiled wider.
It was humiliating.
She hated the slightly bitter, intoxicating taste. She hated how her whole body burned just from this.
The scent of Nami's nectar made her shudder with unfamiliar emotions every time she swallowed.