Unbeknownst to them, dawn slowly broke, and warm sunlight bathed the land, welcoming new life.
After a night of wild revelry, Darian and Nami were exhausted, still fast asleep even though the sun was high in the sky.
In the small bed, Darian had one arm wrapped possessively around the sleeping Nami, while his other hand clung tightly to her soft breast. Nami, not to be outdone, had her small, fair hand wrapped firmly around the thick mushroom that Darian had raised to breathe in the fresh morning air.
Her fair face was still flushed, a satisfied smile lingering on her lips. They were tangled together, instinctively clinging to each other's bodies even in their sleep, a testament to how intense their night had been.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Outside, Nojiko rushed toward the hut. She was about to burst through the door, but the silence from inside stopped her.
She went to the window and peeked through a gap in the curtains. There, she saw the two of them, naked and embracing, dead to the world. Nojiko blushed furiously.
But time was of the essence.
"Nami? Nami? Darian?"
Nojiko called out several times, but got no response.
Gritting her teeth, she pushed open the door.
Last night was supposed to be a small reward for Darian. Nami, though somewhat carefree, wasn't immune to embarrassment. If her sister found out she was getting railed like a cheap whore, she would die of mortification.
She had even timed it perfectly, dragging Darian back early. However, she underestimated his stamina. Coupled with the excitement of her taking the initiative, Darian had been at his peak. Under his relentless onslaught, Nami had been reduced to a quivering mess, her plans ruined.
She had fainted several times from the sheer intensity of his cock pounding into her, completely forgetting Nojiko existed. Now, exhausted and sore, she could probably sleep until sunset.
As Nojiko stepped inside, the room was filled with the thick, musky scent of sex—bodily fluids, sweat, and pheromones. It was the smell of raw, unrestrained desire.
Smelling this seafood-like aroma, Nojiko's heart pounded. Seeing the man and woman tangled naked on the bed made her ears burn. Although she dressed like a delinquent with tattoos, Nojiko was a pure country girl. Compared to Nami, who had seen the world's filth, Nojiko was innocent.
But she gritted her teeth and walked toward the bed.
Darian had unleashed a torrent of cum last night, nearly draining his balls dry, but his Devil Fruit body recovered fast. He stirred as Nojiko approached.
Just as Nojiko reached out to shake him awake, Darian's eyes snapped open.
Nojiko's hand froze in mid-air.
The two looked at each other, and the air suddenly fell silent.
Nojiko's mind went blank. Darian reacted faster, quickly releasing his grip on Nami's breast.
Feeling the draft, Darian glanced down. Nami's lower body was covered by a thin sheet, but Darian was completely exposed.
As Darian moved, Nojiko's gaze instinctively followed.
There, in all its glory, was Darian's massive, raging morning wood. And wrapped tightly around the throbbing shaft was Nami's small hand.
Because Darian shifted, the sleeping Nami frowned and squeezed his cock, shaking it slightly as if testing its weight.
Boing.
At this moment, not only Nojiko, but Darian felt a sense of social death.
He lay naked, rock hard, with her sister staring directly at his junk while Nami jacked him off in her sleep.
Nojiko's face turned nuclear red. Steam practically rose from her head.
"Something terrible has happened! Get up right now!"
Nojiko shrieked and ran out of the room, not caring if she woke Nami or not.
Darian lay there, stunned. "Well, that happened."
Nojiko's shouting woke Nami. She groaned, releasing her grip on his cock, which slapped against Darian's stomach with a wet thwack.
"Mmm?" Nami rubbed her eyes sleepily. "What happened?"
BANG!
A gunshot rang out from outside.
Darian's expression instantly turned cold. Nami snapped awake, the haze of sleep vanishing.
Darian grabbed his clothes from the floor, dressing quickly.
"Ow!"
He turned to see Nami sitting on the floor. She had tried to stand but collapsed, her legs too weak to support her.
"Nami, are you alright?" Darian rushed over.
"It's all your fault!" Nami hissed, her face red. "My legs are jelly because of you! Go see what happened!"
Darian glanced at her. She was sitting with her legs sprawled, her thighs covered in dried fluids, her pussy swollen and red. Her nipples were still hard and prominent. She looked thoroughly fucked.
"Okay, take your time," Darian smirked. "I'll handle it."
He grabbed a pair of floral slippers by the door and walked out.
Outside the Orange Grove.
"Chichichichi... I am Captain Nezumi from the 16th Marine Branch. I advise you to move. Where is the thief named Nami?"
At the entrance, Captain Nezumi—a man who looked remarkably like a rat—stood with a squad of Marines. He sneered at Nojiko.
"Criminal? We don't have any criminals here," Nojiko stood her ground, arms crossed.
"Chichichi!" Nezumi laughed. "We received intelligence that Nami stole a lot of treasure. Even if it's from pirates, a thief is a thief. That money belongs to the Government."
"When Arlong was here, you Marines were nowhere to be found!" Nojiko shouted. "Now that Arlong is dead, you show up like hyenas to steal the loot? Don't even think about it!"
Nezumi paused. "Arlong... destroyed?"
"What, you didn't know your business partner was dead?"
A cold voice cut in.
Darian walked out of the hut, hands in his pockets, wearing pink floral slippers.
The Marines stared at him. Despite the ridiculous footwear, the man was breathtakingly handsome. Even Nojiko, still blushing from the bedroom scene, couldn't help but stare.
"You..." Nezumi's eyes narrowed. "Who are you?"
Darian looked at the Rat. This scumbag had colluded with Arlong for years, taking bribes to ignore the village's suffering. Now he wanted to steal Nami's 100 million Berries.
A terrifying killing intent radiated from Darian. He had gone from a weakling to a killer in days. Bakal, Kuro, Arlong—all dead by his hand.
"Did you... do it?" Nezumi stammered, sweating.
Darian didn't answer with words.
Crackle.
"Thor's Warning."
BOOM!
A thick bolt of blue-white lightning erupted from Darian's body, striking the ground just inches from Nezumi's feet.
The earth exploded, blasting a crater into the dirt. The smell of ozone filled the air.
The Marines screamed, stumbling back.
"Lightning?!" Nezumi shrieked. "A Devil Fruit user?!"
The terrified soldiers raised their rifles, aiming at Darian.
Darian looked at them with bored eyes. "You want to test if your bullets are faster than lightning?"
Nezumi froze. He looked at the smoking crater. He looked at Darian's glowing blue eyes.
"Put down your guns!" Nezumi screamed.
"But Captain—"
"I SAID PUT THEM DOWN!"
Nezumi turned to Darian, a fake, oily smile plastered on his face. "Misunderstanding! Total misunderstanding! We were... deceived by Arlong! Yes, that's it!"
He bowed rapidly. "Sorry for the intrusion! We're leaving!"
"Move out!" he ordered his men, turning tail to run.
Darian watched them go, his eyes narrowing.
Smart rat, Darian thought. He knows when he's outmatched.
But Darian knew this wasn't over. Nezumi would go straight to Marine Headquarters to put a bounty on his head.
Let him, Darian smirked. I'm ready for the big leagues.
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