Hearing Xinán's even snoring, Nami let out a long breath under her blanket, and her violently pounding heart finally calmed down a bit.
When she walked in holding Xinán's blanket, Nami had already felt a pang of regret, as if she were possessed.
Although, although... the current Xinán was genuinely handsome.
The oil lamp on the counter hadn't been extinguished. Nami quietly poked her head out to look at Xinán's face.
Compared to yesterday, Xinán's features were more defined and more harmonious. From any angle, his face held perfect golden proportions.
His skin had become incredibly smooth and firm, as if covered in a subtle glow.
Under the influence of the Devil Fruit's power, the current Xinán was the epitome of masculine beauty.
After just one look, Nami felt her heart flutter and quickly retreated back under the covers.
"Nami, what's wrong with you? Everyone in the village is waiting!"
Inside the blanket, Nami was wrestling with a fierce inner struggle. Xinán, sleeping like a log, was completely unaware of the turmoil he was causing the young woman.
His eyes were fixed on his face, and without a mirror, Xinán didn't know how powerfully attractive he had become.
Nami's reaction to Xinán was the same as how people in this world reacted to the Empress Boa Hancock—few could resist that level of charisma.
Just as boys are drawn to beautiful girls, girls are drawn to handsome boys. Nami's attraction wasn't mere infatuation; the pursuit of beauty is the most primitive biological instinct.
Xinán's Devil Fruit enhancement had maximized his charm, causing Nami to be so severely affected. This was entirely the effect of the Devil Fruit.
Ultimately, reason won out over the fruit's influence, and Nami extinguished the lamp.
In the darkness, without being able to see Xinán's face, Nami felt much calmer.
"Hmm, where is that fragrance coming from?"
A faint scent suddenly filled the air. Nami sniffed, utterly confused.
It could only be said that Nami was unlucky to let Xinán into the cabin. Xinán's uncatalogued seventh ability—the Outer Path—had quietly activated, and Xinán himself hadn't realized it.
With the lamp out and the light gone, her mind was clearer, but her body was starting to slip out of her control.
Nami was exhausted from working all day and doing a major operation tonight, but she found she couldn't sleep; her heart rate was quickening.
The night air on the sea was cool, and usually, the blanket felt just right, but Nami felt increasingly hot, a burning heat that consumed her whole body.
Time ticked by. At first, Nami just kicked off the blanket. Then, as her body grew hotter, beads of sweat formed thickly on her forehead and neck.
Instinctively, she began to clamp her legs together and rub, and her hands lightly fondled the swell of her chest.
It had to be said that after eating the Devil Fruit, Xinán had become a walking, human aphrodisiac for women.
Under the fruit's transformation, the scent Xinán emitted was a deadly aphrodisiac for women.
The situation might have been manageable in an open environment, but in this sealed cabin, the scent only grew more concentrated.
Nami, who had been sailing the seas for years, knew about people being drugged. But as the "Cat Burglar," she was too cautious to be easily fooled. Those who tried to drug her ended up losing everything.
Xinán's good behavior over the past two days, combined with his handsome face and quick sleep, had successfully lowered Nami's guard.
By the time the scent took hold, her mind was beyond rational thought.
Xinán, who had slept poorly on the deck last night, was now sleeping deeply and soundly in the warm blanket, completely unaware that Nami was nearing her breaking point.
...
In his sleep, Xinán felt like he was having a nightmare—experiencing sleep paralysis, with some heavy weight pressing down on his chest.
"Ugh, it's so stuffy! Is it raining?"
In the dream, Xinán was caught in a rainy, humid, and stuffy day. A light rain was falling, and he felt sticky and wet on his face and neck because he didn't have an umbrella.
"Huh, strange. Why is the rain getting heavier..."
The sky was dimly lighting up, with the first hint of dawn. After a night of torment, the surging flood of desire finally breached the dam of reason.
On the floor mat, a naked Nami was pressed against Xinán's body. Completely inexperienced, she relied on pure instinct to kiss Xinán's cheeks and neck, desperately trying to find the relief to extinguish the heat consuming her body.
Xinán was a heavy sleeper, but Nami's relentless movements finally woke him up.
Their eyes met. Xinán's mind instantly stalled. What was going on? Why was Nami on top of him?
"Nami?"
Nami was covered in sweat, her cheeks so flushed they looked ready to drip water. She was red from her neck to her ears, and her large, watery eyes stared intently at him.
Before Xinán could ask for an explanation, his mouth was sealed.
The girl's kissing technique was clumsy; she only pressed her lips against his. Not until Xinán opened his mouth did her fiery, small tongue find its way in.
The girl's tongue was smooth, hot, and carried a faint, sweet scent of tangerine.
Her tongue twirled like a playful child. Xinán responded in kind, and their tongues tightly intertwined.
After a long, passionate exchange of saliva, just as Xinán felt he might run out of breath, Nami released him.
Having successfully drawn the long-desired sweetness from Xinán's mouth, and catching her breath, Nami recovered a sliver of rationality. Xinán also finally had a chance to admire the girl before him.
Due to long-term malnutrition, Nami's figure was slender, yet her chest was surprisingly full. Her large, rosy "peaches" were incredibly tempting, adorned with firm cherry tips—a sight that made one long to take a bite.
His gaze moved down. Below her chest, her abdomen was flat and toned.
Further down, all he could see was a small, clean, raised mound due to the angle.
Xinán now understood why the older Nami was so fond of wearing bikinis that were practically thongs.
Gulp!
Xinán instinctively swallowed, but he was still trying to grasp the situation. Breathing heavily, he asked, "Nami, what's wrong with you? Your state isn't right. Please calm down."
"Xinán, I'm so hot, so uncomfortable!"
The girl's eyes were somewhat unfocused, but full of desire.
With that, she leaned down to kiss him again. Xinán immediately put his hands out to stop her.
"Nami, please wait! You need to calm down, or you'll regret this."
To have such a tempting girl naked before him, saying Xinán didn't want her was a lie; he was already incredibly aroused. But Xinán knew he couldn't take advantage of her state.
Xinán's second refusal, after a whole night of struggling, finally broke the girl, who was consumed by desire. She burst into tears.
"Xinán, I, I'm scared, but I feel awful!"
Large tears rolled down her cheeks, making the girl look even more pathetic and alluring.
A girl's tears are always the sharpest sword, impossible to resist. Seeing Nami's reaction, Xinán realized she was acting as if she had taken a powerful aphrodisiac, and there was no solution other than to give in.
"Are you willing?"
Rejecting her twice had severely tested Xinán's self-control. He was no virtuous man who could remain unmoved.
The girl gave her answer by immediately kissing him again.
Xinán, not wanting to be passive, flipped the girl over and pinned her beneath him.
He quickly stripped his clothes off. The girl was already more than ready. With the way clear, Xinán mounted up and began his vigorous charge.
The sea was undulating, and the small boat rocked up and down on the waves.