One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

The grand banquet lasted until late into the night.

The sea breeze completely dispelled the gloom over the entire Ghost Island.

As night deepened, the joyful yet poignant chorus of "Binks' Wine" finally subsided on the deck.

Having been given a new lease on life, Brooke leaned against the corner of the deck and fell into a deep sleep.

His jaw, devoid of flesh, was slightly open, as if a satisfied smile still lingered in his sleep.

Luffy's belly was round and full, like a huge ball about to burst. He lay sprawled on the soft grass, completely unprepared, snoring loudly.

Zoro and Sanji also exhausted the last bit of strength for today's desperate battle.

They each found a quiet corner by the ship's side and drifted off into a deep sleep.

The noisy Thousand Sunny has finally found a long-awaited tranquility.

The sound of water stopped in the bathroom of the cabin.

Viktor washed away the thick bloodstains and pungent dust left from the series of bloody battles.

After drying off the water stains, he changed into a soft, loose-fitting black shirt.

After a short rest.

The intense backlash from activating the Mangekyou Sharingan during the day has completely subsided.

He stood in front of the mirror, his deep black eyes looking particularly captivating in the cool night.

Victor pushed open the bathroom door but did not go back to the room.

Instead, they strode up the quiet wooden stairs and headed straight for the navigation room on the second floor of the ship.

Gently push open the heavy wooden door; the main lights in the nautical room are not on.

Only beside the large solid wood nautical table, a dim orange table lamp shone, emitting a warm and ambiguous halo.

Nami was not asleep.

She was wearing only a thin, almost transparent white silk camisole nightgown and was lying on the huge nautical table.

Nautical charts and surveying tools were scattered on the table.

Clearly, Nami had just finished drawing the sea chart.

A cool sea breeze blew in through the half-open blinds, carrying her fresh, sweet citrus scent into Victor's nostrils.

Hearing familiar footsteps coming from the doorway, Nami immediately turned around.

When he realized that the person who came was Victor.

She didn't even bother to put on slippers, her bare, fair feet stepping on the soft wool carpet.

Like a bird returning to its nest, she flew straight into Victor's broad embrace.

"Victor..."

Nami tilted her head back, her bright eyes filled with undisguised heartache.

She reached out her soft, slightly cool little hand, and gently, carefully, stroked the corner of Viktor's right eye with her fingertips:

"Does it still hurt here...?"

"...You reckless bastard, you really scared me to death."

Seeing the worry in the girl's eyes, Victor did not respond with words.

He pushed the door to the navigation room shut with his other hand and casually locked it with a crisp "click".

Immediately afterwards, Victor's strong arms wrapped around her slender waist.

With a slight exertion, he easily lifted her up.

He took two steps forward and gently placed her on the edge of the large nautical table.

Nami let out a short, unexpected gasp.

Victor braced his hands on the table on either side of her body, his tall and imposing frame leaning forward, completely trapping her in his territory.

He lowered his head and sealed those soft, red lips that were still chattering away.

"Well……"

Nami's eyes widened suddenly.

But soon, her breathing became rapid and disordered under Victor's aggressive onslaught.

The hands that had been pressing against Viktor's chest in a slight attempt to resist gradually lost their strength and slowly softened.

She eventually gave in to complete submission, clutching tightly the black silk lapel of his robe.

Victor's thin lips, burning with predatory heat, reluctantly left her lips, tracing a path down her exquisite, perfect jawline.

His gaze lingered on her long, fair neck and delicate, alluring collarbone.

It left behind a series of hot, blush-inducing crimson marks.

As the movements become more intense.

The already thin white silk camisole slipped down her rounded shoulders and bunched up in the crook of her arms, revealing a large expanse of dazzling white skin.

"Victor..."

Nami let out a soft, alluring murmur, her voice filled with irresistible spring water.

A hazy blush rose to the corners of her eyes.

Driven by unconscious instinct, her long legs wrapped tightly around Viktor's strong, narrow waist.

The room was filled with the aroma of citrus, which became incredibly rich and sweet, like fermented honey, as the two people's breathing became more rapid and their body temperature rose.

In a hazy, half-awake state, the souls and bodies of the first mate and the navigator...

On this table covered with nautical charts of the Grand Line, an unreserved and passionate exchange took place.

……

As night deepened, the sea breeze became even gentler in the latter half of the night.

The sea soothed the clamor in the navigation room.

All that remained was the rhythmic sound of the waves gently lapping against the hull of the Sunshine.

The navigation room returned to calm, the air still filled with the lingering fragrance of intimacy, with only the heavy, gradually calming breathing of the two people remaining.

Nami had already been through a huge fright from Oz during the day and a desperate escape, so her strength was already exhausted.

Adding to the intense, torrential demands she had just endured, she was now completely exhausted.

Like a lazy, tired kitten, she curled up in Victor's broad, warm embrace and fell into a deep sleep, completely defenseless.

Long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under the eyelids.

A trace of glistening tears, a result of past joy, still lingered at the corner of her eye.

Viktor gently pulled a thin blanket from the sofa and carefully wrapped Nami's delicate body, which was covered with ambiguous red marks.

He lifted her up by the waist, carried her through the quiet corridor, and took her back to her own bed.

He lowered his head and left a tender goodnight kiss on the girl's smooth forehead.

Viktor considerately tucked the blanket around her, then turned and left the room.

However, men with formidable strength possess physiques far exceeding those of ordinary people.

The flame within him was not completely extinguished by the release he had just made.

Instead, it was the citrus-like sweetness that made them even more restless.

Viktor stood alone in the dimly lit corridor, his gaze naturally falling on the wooden door next to Nami's room.

That's Robin's room.

Viktor stepped forward and gave him a gentle push.

"Click".

The door lock wasn't engaged; it made a soft click as it was turned.

On this pirate ship full of men, a mature woman's room is left unlocked at night.

This is clearly a silent invitation.

Pushing open the door, the room was very dimly lit.

The main light was off; only a uniquely designed, deep blue wall lamp by the bedside emitted a suggestive glow, creating a mysterious and ambiguous atmosphere in the room.

Robin was lying on his side on the large double bed.

She was wearing a very form-fitting black deep-V lace nightgown.

The light and alluring fabric perfectly accentuated her voluptuous curves, which were considered to be in perfect proportion.

Her long, straight legs were partially hidden by the lace.

She exudes a unique charm that mature women possess, enough to make one lose all reason.

Viktor pushed open the door and walked in.

The usually intelligent archaeologist showed no surprise whatsoever. Instead, she rested her delicate chin on one hand, her deep, beautiful eyes sparkling.

Her red lips parted slightly, revealing a captivating yet slightly cunning smile:

"Oh, First Mate, have you fed our poor navigator lady so quickly?"

"Your stamina... is truly terrifying."

Hearing this blatant joke...

Instead of being embarrassed by being exposed, Viktor let out a low chuckle.

He closed the door tightly and stepped forward.

His tall, imposing figure approached the bedside, and his shadow instantly enveloped Robin on the bed.

"Since you know how strong I am, you still dare to sleep without locking the door at night?"

Viktor looked down at her, his voice unusually low and hoarse.

As soon as I got close to the edge of the bed, a deep and mysterious feeling emanated from me.

The chilling floral fragrance, seemingly capable of instantly captivating one's soul, instantly and completely overwhelmed Viktor's entire sense of smell.

That was Robin's unique scent.

It is richer and more intoxicating than citrus.

This is completely different from Nami's passive style, which is immature and passive.

Faced with Victor's extremely aggressive gaze, Robin straightened up quite proactively.

She stretched out her long, slender, fair arms, which, like nimble water snakes, wrapped tightly around Viktor's neck.

Robin tilted her head back slightly, closed her eyes, and met Victor's lips as they pressed down.

Their kiss was without the slightest awkwardness or hesitation, filled with the passionate pull between adult men and women.

A fierce battle between the tongues, and increasingly rapid breathing from the nasal cavity.

The soft rustling of silk and lace fabrics rubbing against each other echoed and warmed the secluded blue room.

Viktor's warm, large hand slid down her slender waist, caressing her stunningly perfect curves.

Despite feeling that burning touch, Robin showed no sign of flinching or shyness.

Instead, she raised her long, swan-like neck and let out a captivating sigh that sent chills down one's spine.

Her long, straight legs were slightly raised.

She hooked her arms tightly around Viktor's waist, pulling him completely towards her.

In this dangerous atmosphere unique to adults and the ultimate fusion of souls.

The cold, silent night was completely ignited, transforming into a rolling, burning red lotus.

The whisper of the waves and the gentle swaying of the mast in the wind became the best background music for this long, beautiful night.

.........

Time passed quietly, and the darkness faded away.

The camera slowly zooms in on the shimmering, azure sea, reflecting countless golden rays.

Passing through the bright, round porthole of the women's dormitory on the Golden Sunshine, the view quietly settles on the slightly messy, large double bed inside.

The first warm rays of morning sunlight fell perfectly on the pure white silk quilt.

Viktor slowly opened his deep eyes.

He felt a slight numbness in his right arm.

Looking down slightly, he saw a stunningly beautiful woman nestled tightly in his arms.

Robin's long, smooth, black hair, like a waterfall, was scattered messily on the snow-white pillow.

Her smooth, fair back, and her delicate collarbone covered with noticeable red marks, were exposed without any attempt to conceal them, glistening in the morning light.

The archaeologist, who usually exudes a cunning and intellectual aura on the ship, has shed all his strength and defenses at this moment.

She slept soundly in Viktor's arms.

On that exquisite and flawless face, there was even a faint, serene smile at the corner of her mouth.

Like a traveler who has finally found a safe haven after a storm.

Viktor gazed at her sleeping face with an unprecedented gentleness in his eyes.

He lowered his head with satisfaction and took a deep breath of the captivating fragrance that lingered in her hair around her neck.

He did not pull out the arm that had been pressed numb.

Instead, he held the soft, warm body in his arms even tighter.

This is the first mate's perfect morning.