The next day…
Nami was the one cooking for the crew.
A simple breakfast, just enough to fill the stomachs of the people living on the ship—except for one.
"Heyyy, Nami! I want meat—lots of it!" said Luffy.
"Meat?" said Usopp. "Where'd we get that?"
Zoro was still sleeping in the corner.
Nami said, "What? You've already eaten your portion. Cry hasn't eaten yet. I'll go wake her now."
"Oh, Cry! We have Cry—maybe she has meat," said Luffy.
Nami just shook her head. "You're still thinking about that."
Yosaku and Johnny were curious about this person named Cry they kept talking about.
"Hey bro, Luffy, who is Cry?" asked Johnny.
"Oh, Cry—she can make meat," said Luffy while drooling.
"Make meat?" said Johnny.
"Nope, not entirely," said Usopp. Usopp didn't know how strong Cry was, but he had seen how she swallowed things, turned them into salt-like sizes, and stored them in her slim stomach.
Zoro then woke up and stretched. "Haaa…"
Johnny and Yosaku saw their bro Zoro wake up and called him, "Hey bro!"
"Zoro, breakfast's ready."
"Oh…" said Zoro as he got up and walked toward them.
While they were eating, they heard footsteps coming toward the dining table. They all turned their heads toward the sound.
Zoro and Luffy, who were denser and had at least now grown accustomed to her presence, didn't react much. They just stared as she walked toward the dining table.
But Usopp, who was still adjusting, couldn't help but blush, and steam practically came out of his afro.
Johnny and Yosaku stared for a single second, then immediately lowered their heads and didn't dare look at her face or body at all.
Not because they were disgusted—but the exact opposite. They felt a psychological effect: a sense of self-awareness, as if staring too much might anger the gods watching over this goddess in front of them. Even thinking maliciously or having dirty thoughts felt like it would invite punishment. That's why they lowered their gaze instantly, not daring to make any mistake they'd regret later.
Zoro watched their reaction and said, "Hey, don't sweat it. Don't imagine things inside your heads."
But they stayed silent.
Nami then walked past Cry, who was standing in front, and held her hand.
"Come, Cry. Sit with me. Let's eat together," said Nami with a smile.
Cry didn't know what was happening. She just said, "Eat."
That single word gave the group goosebumps.
"Just what kind of being is this…?" said Johnny and Yosaku as they gulped, still not looking—afraid of offending the gods in their minds.
Then Nami and Cry sat beside Luffy, who was still hungry and not full.
As always, Nami fed Cry with a spoon.
Nami thought back to when they first had their meal in Kaya's house. Cry was sitting near Nami, and she just watched as the maids did the plating and arranged the food on the big table. When the food was set, everyone began eating while Kaya and Nami watched Cry.
Cry tilted her head and watched how Luffy stretched his hand and grabbed food with his bare hand. Then Cry looked at her snow-white hands. Slowly, she reached out to grab a piece of meat, copying Luffy.
Everyone stopped eating and just watched her small movement.
It was mesmerizing.
Her delicate, long, slim hand stretched forward, trying to grab the 🍖 meat. It was slow—like the hand of a goddess playing a harp. That's what they saw. Her fingers were long as well, with clear, crystal-like fingernails.
They couldn't help themselves but watch in silence, because it would also be a sin not to witness her little movements.
After grabbing one, she held it, but she just looked at Luffy. It seemed like she was asking what to do next. Luffy met Cry's crystal-blue eyes, then Luffy grinned. He also grabbed a piece of meat and took a bite of it, then Luffy nodded his head.
Then Cry looked at the meat in her hand. Her pinkish little mouth slightly opened, and her small white teeth could be seen. It was a cute sight. Then Cry took a small bite from the meat she was holding; her lips kissed the meat as her teeth ripped off a piece of it. There was no lewdness—just pure innocence and a charming woman eating her food.
Merry and the maids saw this. They didn't know what to say. Even those small gestures showed that she had been taken care of since she was a child. She seemed not to know how to use utensils, signaling that she was fed by her mother or her maids. In their minds, they were thinking that she didn't really know anything about how mortals do simple things.
They couldn't take their eyes off her. It was their first time seeing a goddess eating the way mortals do.
Nami just then came back to her senses, remembering that Cry was an innocent, pure-mind
She moved closer to Cry, who was like a maiden eating the small piece of meat she had just ripped apart using her little mouth. Then Nami said, "I'll feed you, Cry."
Nami grabbed a spoon and scooped a piece of rice into Cry's bowl, then fed it to Cry as if she were some kind of child.
Cry saw this and tilted her head.
Nami chuckled and said, "Say ahhh." Nami opened her mouth, then Cry copied her. She opened her cute mouth.
When Cry opened her mouth, Nami saw small little teeth. Nami knew that normal people have 32 teeth, but Cry was different. Those teeth were aligned perfectly, but they were small and compact, close to each other—it looked like around a hundred little teeth. Now Nami was really curious about what kind of being Cry was.
Then she noticed there was no tongue and no gums in Cry's mouth—just small white teeth and a void inside her mouth.
The others didn't see it, but Nami, who was in front of Cry, saw it clearly. It was like a whirlpool of void inside her mouth.
"So that's how you can eat massive things like it's nothing," Nami said, smiling as she continued to feed her. Nami didn't care at all—it was part of Cry's charm and uniqueness.
From then on, Nami would feed Cry by herself, truly taking care of her.
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To be continued