One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

As night deepened, countless stars, like sparkling diamonds, were embedded in the boundless, dark sky above the Grand Line.

The sea breeze, carrying a slight coolness, gently caressed the surface of the sea, stirring up layers of white waves.

However, it was completely different from the quiet and peaceful night outside.

Inside this dream ship, which was recently launched, a carnival is currently taking place.

To celebrate Robin's return to the family.

This was also to welcome the exceptionally skilled cyborg shipwright Franky to the crew.

The Straw Hat Pirates held an unprecedentedly grand celebration banquet in the luxurious giant restaurant of the SS Sunny.

It was already late at night, and the aftershocks of the revelry were finally subsiding.

But inside the Sunny's restaurant, it was already a scene of utter devastation.

The huge, long oak table, once piled high with food, has been completely emptied.

Instead.

It was a jumble of empty, giant wine barrels and fine wine bottles, piled up like small mountains.

"Snoring...meat...I want more meat..."

On the ceiling of the restaurant.

Luffy was tightly entangled in the ornate chandelier, hanging upside down in mid-air like a giant red bat.

His right hand was still gripping a piece of bone-in meat thicker than his thigh, and there was even an empty wine bottle stuck between the toes of his left foot.

Even in this inhumane posture.

He was still sleeping soundly, snoring incessantly.

In the corner of the bar, Chef Sanji, who usually maintains an elegant demeanor, is now lying on the ground without any regard for his image.

His blond hair was plastered messily to his forehead, and his suit jacket was nowhere to be found.

Let's move our gaze downwards.

Under the spacious table of the long wooden table...

Usopp, Chopper, and Franky.

These three people, having lost the drinking contest, have now formed an extremely bizarre three-tiered humanoid Arhat.

Franky was at the very bottom, with Usopp clinging to his back.

Chopper, meanwhile, lay sprawled on Usopp's head.

The three of them snored in turn, their breathing rising and falling.

Beside them were Rasu and Clay.

These two pets, who usually don't get along, are now both drunk and passed out together.

As for the two beauties on the ship—Nami and Robin—they were in a great mood that night and, unusually, drank quite a lot of strong liquor.

More than half an hour ago.

The two ladies were already feeling the effects of the alcohol.

They helped each other leave the chaotic "battlefield" and went back to their dormitory to rest.

At this moment, only two people remained seated on the large and messy restaurant table.

One is Zoro, and the other is Victor.

"Huff... huff..."

Zoro sat cross-legged on the table, his green belly rolls soaked with wine.

In his hand, he was tightly clutching a giant wooden wine cup that was a size larger than his face.

Zoro's eyes were extremely unfocused, and his pupils were even darting around erratically.

But a wild, arrogant smile still lingered at the corners of his mouth.

"belch!"

Zoro let out an extremely loud, alcohol-smelling burp.

With trembling hands, he raised his hand and pointed at Victor, who was swaying.

"No...no, you can't take it anymore...you red-eyed bastard..."

Zoro's voice was slurred and unclear due to extreme drunkenness.

But he still raised his voice, uttering the victor's taunts:

"I...I already said that!"

"When it comes to drinking! I am the undisputed...best drinker on this ship!!!"

Opposite to Zoro.

Viktor was currently in a very disheveled state, supporting his forehead with one hand.

He felt his vision spinning wildly.

"call……"

Viktor shook his leaden head with great difficulty, trying to clear his mind.

He finally couldn't hold on any longer.

"Bang."

Viktor slumped halfway down onto the wine-stained wooden table, closing his eyes in resignation.

"You win... Green algae head..."

"This damn liquor...it's really potent..."

Hearing Viktor admit defeat himself.

Zoro's eyes, which were almost closed, suddenly opened a crack, bursting with an unprecedented light of ecstasy.

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

Zoro tilted his head back and let out a hearty laugh:

"I knew it! I knew I was the best—"

However, this ambitious declaration was not finished.

Zoro's eyes rolled back suddenly, revealing large areas of white.

With a loud thud, he fell straight off the table and landed heavily on the hard wooden floor.

Less than three seconds had passed.

"Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo"

A series of rhythmic, heavy snoring sounds then echoed throughout the restaurant.

With Zoro's fall, the entire massive aquarium restaurant finally fell into a deathly silence.

"Well……"

Viktor slumped over the table for a while to recover.

He then struggled to his feet, his arms trembling slightly from the effort, using the edge of the table for support.

The alcohol surged through his brain like a tidal wave, reducing his thinking ability to a freezing point.

The whole world appeared as double images and distorted lines to him.

but.

Even in this state of extreme intoxication where one is almost blacking out.

Deep in Viktor's subconscious, however, he still firmly remembered something extremely important.

He hasn't paid his grain tax for today yet.

How did that little thief cat in the bright orange tight-fitting tank top manage to squeeze into her arms like a lioness guarding her food?

And, under his teasing, her alluring, seductive gaze.

That scene.

Viktor felt as if a raging fire of desire was burning wildly within him.

"hot……"

Frustrated, Viktor ripped open the last few buttons on his collar, revealing a large expanse of his muscular chest.

He took heavy, unsteady steps and stumbled out of the restaurant, which reeked of alcohol.

The sea breeze blew through the corridor.

Instead of sobering him up, it made the effects of the alcohol surge even more intensely.

Victor used one hand to touch the cold wooden wall for support.

They walked step by step toward the girls' dormitory.

In the blueprints for the Golden Thousand Sunny designed by Frankie.

To make it easier for the two ladies to live and take care of each other, Nami and Robin's rooms are arranged side by side, right next to each other.

The two oak doors are almost identical, with only a slight difference in the nameplate.

The corridor was extremely dimly lit at this time, with only a few wall lamps emitting a faint yellow light.

Viktor's head was spinning.

His vision was blurred, and the two doors in front of him completely overlapped into a blurry image in his eyes.

He walked to the door, completely oblivious to the subtle differences in the nameplate.

He had only one thought in his mind—to push open the door and find that fiery woman.

Victor reached out his warm, large hands and instinctively grasped the metal doorknob of one of the doors.

"Click."

The door wasn't locked, and with a push of Viktor's wrist, it was easily pushed open.

The room was completely dark, with no lights on.

Only through that round glass porthole did a ray of cool, bright moonlight shine in.

The faint moonlight cast shadowy reflections on everything inside the room.

Viktor stumbled into the room and slammed the door shut behind him.

With a crisp "click," the door lock was firmly shut, completely shutting out the dim light in the corridor.

By the faint moonlight, Viktor's mind was no longer capable of any complex thought.

He quickly ripped off his black shirt.

With a casual flick of the wrist, the clothes fluttered lightly onto the unseen floor.

Immediately afterwards... he threw all constraints to the back of his mind.

Viktor's strong, muscular upper body was bare, his chest heaving as he breathed heavily.

He raised his hazy eyes and looked in the direction the moonlight was shining.

On the large bed in the center of the room.

He could vaguely see a very alluring figure lying on its side under a thin layer of silk summer quilt.

Even in her sleep, that figure possessed an astonishing gentleness.

That exaggerated and perfect waist-to-hip ratio, those long and straight legs.

Under the moonlight, it exudes an irresistible charm that could drive any man crazy.

Due to the effects of extreme intoxication.

He was completely unaware.

The air filled with this scent was not the fresh, citrus fragrance that Nami wore, which carried sunshine and vitality.

Rather, it is a deeper, more intellectual and mysterious... subtle floral fragrance.

Without the slightest hesitation or pause.

Viktor, like a predator spotting its prey, pounced straight at the large bed.

"Bang."

His heavy, burning body pressed down onto the bed.

The soft spring mattress suddenly sank deep into itself, making a slight creaking sound that made one's heart race.

He stretched out his strong and powerful arms.

He forcefully pulled the soft, sleeping woman into his arms from behind.

Under pressure in an instant.

Their bodies, separated by that thin layer of fabric, were pressed together perfectly...

Upon first contact, Viktor's brow furrowed slightly involuntarily.

The texture in my hand feels a little off...

She appears fuller and taller than usual.

Especially her slender waist, with its astonishing curve, made him feel somewhat unfamiliar with it.

But his boiling blood and intoxication left him no time to delve into the matter; he only wanted to vent the anger that had been stirred up at noon.

The woman on the bed was Robin, who had drunk quite a bit and had just fallen into a light sleep.

Caught off guard by the sudden weight and burning body temperature, Robin sobered up considerably in an instant.

Years of life on the run had made her body instinctively tense, and her hands subconsciously wanted to activate her Devil Fruit power.

However, when she smelled the strong scent of a particular man behind her, her movements abruptly stopped in mid-air.

"Victor...?"

Robin opened her deep, beautiful eyes wide in the darkness.

The heat emanating from behind her felt like it was melting her.

This feeling gave Robin an absurd sense of security, as well as an indescribable tremor.

The strange sensation coming from her body made her lose her senses.

She found herself powerless to resist.

Victor's thin lips roamed haphazardly over her back, his voice deadly hoarse from the alcohol.

"Nami..."

Upon hearing this name, Robin's body trembled violently.

She finally understood the absurdity of the situation—

This all-powerful first mate got drunk and went to the wrong room!

Sensing the increasingly dangerous actions of the man behind him, Robin's breathing became rapid.

Robin parted her red lips slightly, bit her lower lip, and let him cause trouble behind her.

She sighed softly, her voice a mixture of shyness, helplessness, and a hint of inexplicable emotion:

"He really is a perverted first mate..."