One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

He was seduced by Victor's magnetic and suggestive voice.

Nami, who had been sitting casually on his lap, suddenly stiffened, her cheeks turning bright red all the way to her ears, and even her fair neck was tinged with an alluring blush.

In fact, after going through so many ups and downs together, the three of them had long since developed a tacit understanding like that of an old married couple.

But faced with such an undisguised implication that "there must be someone I can learn from," the usually shrewd little thief couldn't help but feel an uncontrollable blush.

Her slender, pink fist symbolically punched Victor's firm chest, emitting a soft, coquettish murmur:

"Idiot... what nonsense are you talking about..."

Compared to Nami's coy and shy demeanor, Robin's reaction appeared more mature and alluring.

Instead of backing down, she straightened up slightly, stretched out her slender, white fingers, and gently stroked the man's chin, her fingertips lightly touching Victor's lips.

Those deep, beautiful eyes shimmered with light, like a bottomless pool of autumn water.

Robin chuckled softly, her breath sweet as orchids:

"Since the first mate has said so..."

"It would seem rather unromantic to refuse at this time."

Hearing such a indulgent and tempting answer, Viktor's lips slowly curved into a smile.

He stood up effortlessly, his strong arms outstretched.

The three strode away from the sunlit plaza and headed straight for the most upscale and bustling hotel area of ​​Coral Hill.

Before long, the three arrived in front of a magnificent building carved from a single, enormous, luminous giant clam shell.

Under the mermaid-like gaze of the receptionist, filled with amazement and disbelief.

Victor didn't even flinch. He simply tossed out a large amount of Berry and boldly booked the most luxurious top-floor panoramic suite at their "Deep Sea Pearl Hotel".

As the heavy, ornate coral door of the penthouse suite at the Deep Sea Pearl Hotel closed.

All the noise and bustle of the bustling commercial street were ruthlessly kept outside the door.

The spacious and luxurious room is covered with a soft, thick, pure white velvet carpet, making you feel as if you are walking on clouds.

A faint scent of cedarwood wafts through the air, tranquil and soothing, instantly calming the restlessness in one's heart.

In this absolutely private space where only the two of them were, Victor casually took off his slightly dusty black coat and tossed it onto the leather sofa beside him.

As his shirt came off, his strong, well-proportioned chest, brimming with astonishing explosive power, was revealed.

However, on those perfectly sculpted muscle lines, there were countless shocking animal claw marks and scars of varying depths.

That was the cruel medal he earned on that desolate island, after repeatedly brushing with death in his efforts to subdue the Nine-Tailed Fox and merge the power of Yin and Yang.

On the other side, Robin had already changed into a silky, form-fitting dark purple bathrobe.

The moment she turned around and saw this scene, her usually composed brows furrowed tightly, and a flicker of emotion crossed her eyes.

She walked lightly to the bar in the room, took out a crystal glass, and poured three glasses of rich, deep-sea specialty red wine.

Outside the huge crystal floor-to-ceiling window that occupies an entire wall of the room, there is an endless expanse of deep blue sea.

Several large, bioluminescent jellyfish were swimming slowly by.

The faint blue light they emitted shone through the window, casting a hazy and dreamlike glow on the faces of the three people and the swaying wine glasses in their hands.

The three of them sat comfortably in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Robin put down her wine glass, extended her fair, slightly cool fingers, and gently stroked the faint, crisscrossing scars on Victor's chest.

She was a smart woman and didn't ask him any further questions about the dangers and life-or-death struggles he had experienced during his year-long solitary seclusion and cultivation.

She simply gazed at him quietly with eyes full of tenderness and heartache.

It was as if they wanted to use the insignificant warmth of their fingertips to soothe away the cruel battles of the past.

Nami, on the other hand, curled up tightly in Viktor's broad arms like a lazy kitten.

She wrapped her arms tightly around Victor's neck and pressed her cheek against the crook of his neck.

Recalling the scars she had just seen, Nami's eyes reddened slightly, and tears welled up in them.

She whispered in Viktor's ear, her voice slightly nasal yet undeniably authoritative:

"You are our..."

"You are absolutely not allowed to come back with these injuries again, do you hear me?"

Faced with the unreserved affection and longing of his two confidantes, Viktor's eyes were filled with tenderness that could not be melted away.

He didn't reply with any unnecessary words.

Instead, he lowered his head slightly and, bathed in the dreamlike, deep-sea blue light, gently and tenderly kissed Nami's lips, swallowing up all her worries.

Then he turned around and cupped Robin's beautiful face in his hands.

He gave the intellectual and elegant archaeologist a deeply passionate kiss.

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, the tall crystal glass that was originally held in his hand has been casually placed on the carpet.

The blood-red wine in the glass rippled in concentric circles on its transparent surface due to a rhythmic vibration emanating from the floor of the room.

On a pure white carpet.

Victor's black coat, Robin's deep purple silky dress, and Nami's sexy tropical outfit were layered together haphazardly.

The temperature in the air is rising steadily.

These tangled garments seemed to be silently hinting at their owner's current state of frenzy and intoxication.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that the only sound was the dull murmur of the deep sea currents surging outside the window.

But amidst the continuous sound of water, there were faintly interspersed a few sweet and cloying low moans, rapid and warm breaths, and the subtle friction of skin against skin.

A ray of bright moonlight, piercing through ten thousand meters of seawater, gently sprinkled onto the edge of the vast waterbed, carrying with it the gentle ripples of the water.

In this enchanting and mysterious darkness, a large, bony hand emerged from beneath the disheveled sheets.

Immediately afterwards, a fair and slender hand, exuding a mature charm, and a small and soft hand with rounded nails, simultaneously and tacitly covered it.

In the dim blue light, the three of them held hands tightly, unwilling to let go.

After an unknown amount of time, the ripples in the wine glass on the carpet became unusually violent, as if a fierce storm was brewing in the deep sea.

After a long while, the storm gradually subsided, and the water slowly returned to calm.

The endless deep sea finally welcomed the first light of a new day, and schools of bioluminescent fish leisurely swam and darted around outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

They were silent, like a group of loyal guards, keeping watch over this long-awaited and incredibly romantic reunion.

Inside the room, the large, soft bed was in a mess.

Nami, like a satiated kitten, nestled defenselessly against Viktor's firm chest.

Her long orange hair was scattered on the floor, a satisfied and sweet smile lingered on her lips, and her breathing was steady.

Robin leaned against Victor's other arm, her long, beautiful black hair cascading down the soft, white pillow like a waterfall.

After a night of tenderness and release, the weariness and loneliness that had accumulated in her eyes for months were replaced by peace and languor, and her sleeping face appeared incredibly serene and beautiful.

Having run out of ammunition and supplies, Viktor leaned against the headboard and lit a cigar from the bedside table.

He tried to take a deep breath...

"Cough cough cough..."

Viktor frowned and coughed lightly.

The noise made Robin open her dazed eyes.

Seeing this, she frowned, snatched the cigar from Victor's hand, and casually stubbed it out in the ashtray next to her.

"Ahem, I just wanted to try it out. Sorry to wake you, Robin."

"Oh dear, it seems my first mate still has some energy!"

"Then let's experience something different."