One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

The ever-changing sea breezes of the Grand Line.

Today, it showed its gentlest side, which is rare for it.

The sun was shining brightly, its golden rays pouring down on the Thousand Sunny.

A gentle breeze carries the salty, damp scent of the sea and the feeling of freedom.

The upper-level open-air lawn area.

Viktor was lounging comfortably in his custom-made, large beach chair.

In his arms, a bright orange figure nestled close to him.

Nami was curled up on his chest, her eyes closed, breathing softly.

Perhaps the shopping spree in the Water City over the past few days had exhausted her energy.

Perhaps it's because she feels absolutely safe in this man's arms.

This usually shrewd and capable navigator was sleeping soundly at this moment.

It looks just like a completely unsuspecting kitten.

Victor gently wrapped one arm around her slender waist to prevent her from slipping off the edge.

On the surface, he appeared to be wearing sunglasses, closing his eyes to rest, and enjoying the peaceful afternoon.

But in reality, his consciousness had already sunk deep into the mysterious system space in the depths of his mind.

[Current Ninja Way Points Balance: 15000]

Looking at this rich foundation, Viktor's lips unconsciously curled into a small, expectant smile.

"Fifteen thousand points..." Victor murmured to himself in his mind.

The distance to exchanging for that ultimate eye technique—the Mangekyou Sharingan—is enough to bring about a qualitative leap.

Only 5,000 points left!

Once he crosses this threshold and unlocks the kaleidoscope, he will possess the power to truly reach the pinnacle of the world.

Neither the absolute defense nor the destructive power of Susanoo.

Or it comes with a unique eye technique.

All of this will give him confidence in the new world overrun by monsters that follows.

"Soon...almost there."

Satisfied, Viktor severed the connection with the system, and his consciousness returned to the real world.

He let out a long sigh of relief, and the rise and fall of his chest made Nami, who was lying on top of him, let out a comfortable murmur.

Viktor lowered his head and gazed quietly at the girl in his arms.

Sunlight danced on Nami's long orange hair.

Her fair cheeks were flushed with a faint pink from being fast asleep.

Her long eyelashes drooped quietly like butterfly wings.

That unguarded sleeping face exuded a breathtaking softness.

They make you want to protect them, yet... you also can't help but want to tease them a little.

Viktor turned his head slightly, glancing out of the corner of his eye at another beach chair not far away.

There, Robin was wearing a large white sun hat.

She was gracefully crossing her long legs, completely absorbed in the thick ancient book in her hands, as if everything around her was irrelevant.

Viktor quickly calculated the angle in his mind.

At this moment, Nami was lying on her side in his arms, her back completely facing Robin.

The sunlight and the angle at which the two beach chairs are positioned create a near-perfect visual blind spot.

As long as Robin doesn't stand up and walk in front of them, from her position...

All you can see is Viktor holding the sleeping Nami while they sunbathe.

You absolutely cannot see what is happening between their bodies.

Having confirmed this, Viktor's ingrained mischievousness finally began to stir.

His hands began to make subtle, clandestine movements.

To avoid attracting attention, Viktor deliberately coughed lightly.

Pretending to adjust her sleeping position, she took the opportunity to change her posture.

This subtle movement caused Nami's body to involuntarily sink deeper into his broad, warm embrace.

The distance between the two was instantly compressed to the extreme, almost completely pressed together.

Then, the large hand that had been obediently wrapped around Nami's waist quietly slid down the edge of her bright orange tank top.

Long, warm fingers, through that thin layer of fabric.

His fingers lightly caressed Nami's slender waist, almost imperceptibly.

My fingertips slowly climbed upwards along the sensitive and perfect curve of her waist.

In this quiet afternoon.

This kind of secret touching, right under someone else's nose, seemed to be magnified countless times.

"Well……"

Nami, in her sleep, instinctively sensed this strange stimulation.

Her unguarded nerves were aroused by the warm touch, and she frowned slightly in displeasure.

She let out an extremely soft, delicate moan.

Her body trembled slightly in Victor's arms, like a fish out of water, trying to escape the annoying interference.

However, how could Victor let her off so easily?

Under that coy, hesitant reaction.

Viktor not only didn't stop, but instead went even further...

This level of stimulation finally broke through the limits of sleep.

"Um……"

Nami slowly woke up.

When those beautiful brown eyes first opened, they were still misty with a layer of watery fog, making them look somewhat dazed and confused.

But less than half a second later, when reason regained control of his brain...

Nami instantly regained consciousness.

She suddenly realized the extremely intimate position the two of them were in—

She was almost completely pressed against Viktor's body.

And that man's extremely restless large hand was...wandering wantonly.

With a "boom," Nami's face instantly turned crimson.

"you……"

She instinctively wanted to cry out in surprise.

But, the moment she opened her mouth...

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Robin sitting quietly reading a book on another beach chair less than three meters away.

In that instant, Nami was so frightened that she stopped breathing.

She bit her lower lip tightly, not daring to even breathe.

God!

Robin is right there!

If she finds out that she and the first mate are doing this on deck in broad daylight.

How could I, as a navigator, ever face anyone again?!

The extreme shame and the nervous tension of having done something wrong made Nami's heart pound wildly, like a small drum.

She raised her head and glared fiercely at Viktor with a captivating gaze.

Those large, misty eyes were filled with shame, anger, and stern warnings: "Are you crazy?!" and "Stop it!"

However, he was met with a menacing glare from his own navigator.

Viktor, however, remained calm and composed.

He didn't even take off his sunglasses, and his signature slight smile remained on his lips.

If you only look at his upper body and facial expression.

He looked exactly like a gentleman enjoying the afternoon sun, as if he hadn't done anything out of line.

But his hand, hidden in a blind spot....

They didn't stop despite Nami's warning.

Even more.

"Hmm!"

This sudden stimulation almost made Nami lose control and scream.

Startled, she buried her face in Victor's chest, trying to stifle the sound that was about to escape her throat.

Under the dual stimulation of Robin's extreme tension that she might look up at any moment and Victor's skillful technique.

Nami's body stiffened slightly, and even her toes curled up involuntarily.

"That bastard... he definitely did it on purpose..."

Nami cursed wildly in her mind.

But the tingling sensation that surged like a tidal wave rendered her resistance futile.

Finally, the little thief, filled with shame and indignation yet utterly helpless, had eyes that became hazy and misty, as if covered with a layer of moisture.

To prevent himself from making any inappropriate noises, and also to vent his shame and anger.

Nami suddenly opened her mouth and bit down hard on Viktor's muscular shoulder.

"hiss--"

Although I didn't bite hard enough to break the skin.

But this vengeful bite still made Viktor let out a very faint gasp.

I felt a force on my shoulder, similar to a kitten grinding its teeth.

Victor knew that the teasing had reached its limit.

If this continues, this little thief cat, who is always prone to getting angry, might really lose its temper.

He smiled and withdrew his mischievous hand, placing it obediently back on Nami's back.

Then, Victor stretched out his arms and hugged Nami, who was still stubbornly resisting, tightly into his embrace.

He used an extremely gentle, soothing rhythm.

He gently patted her back, which was trembling slightly from nervousness and shame.

He held her quietly like that.

Her fragrance lingered around my nose.

Enjoying this sweet moment secretly under the noses of others.

……

Meanwhile, this clandestine "war" was underway.

Robin maintained that extremely elegant posture.

She rested her chin on her hand, her gaze seemingly completely focused on the thick ancient book in her hand.

It was as if they knew nothing about what was happening in the outside world.

But... if someone gets close enough and observes carefully...

You'll then discover that the page that's been turned...

It hasn't been touched in a very, very long time.

Although Viktor and Nami were indeed in a blind spot, they did not make any noticeable noise.

but.

There was nothing but the sound of the sea breeze on this tranquil afternoon.

The abnormal friction sound between the fabrics of the clothes;

The soft breathing, which had been even and gentle, suddenly became rapid and suppressed, as if it were trying its best to endure something...

All of this was laid bare before Robin's astonishing insight.

Even with their backs turned.

Robin had already mentally pictured the kind of heated "battle" taking place on the beach chair next door.

A sea breeze swept by, lifting the brim of Robin's wide sun hat.

On that usually composed and refined face.

At this moment, for some unknown reason, a faint blush, like rouge, quietly appeared on her face.

That blush added a touch of mature womanly charm to her usual intellectual and aloof demeanor.

A hint of helplessness and shyness flashed in Robin's deep and captivating eyes.

She pressed her full lips, painted with a light purple lip gloss, tightly together.

To hide his expression.

Robin subtly raised his hand, lifting the thick ancient book in his hand slightly to cover the lower half of his face.

Under the cover of thick books.

The archaeologist, who was usually cunning and elegant, chuckled to himself as he listened to the gradually subsiding noises from next door.

"Doing this in front of others..."

"What a freakish first mate..."

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