One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

The night, like a giant black velvet blanket, gently covered the entire Zou Island.

In the distance, the drumbeats and songs of revelry continued to rise and fall in the square.

At the edge of this tranquil whale forest, all the noise seems to be blocked by an invisible barrier.

Carrying carefully selected exquisite pastries and several bottles of the Mink Tribe's special sweet fruit wine, which was as clear as rubies and exuded a rich fruity aroma, Victor strolled leisurely back to the Giant Tree Grandstand.

A gentle evening breeze lifted the two women's soft hair.

Looking at the two stunning beauties waiting quietly under the moonlight, Viktor smiled.

He walked up to the two of them, steadily placed the tray he was carrying, and announced in his deep voice:

"Ladies, our 'nightlife' is now officially underway."

The three sat around the edge of the stands, enjoying the cool night breeze and filling their stomachs with some delicious pastries and fruit wine.

The sweetness of the fruit wine spread between the lips and teeth, dispelling the fatigue brought on by the intense naval battles of the past few days, and gradually relaxing the mind.

After a short rest, Victor stood up, opened his strong arms, and lifted the two women up by the waist, one on each side.

"ah!"

Nami gasped softly and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

Robin smiled slightly and obediently rested her head on his shoulder.

Amidst their sudden exclamations and coquettish murmurs, Viktor strode steadily through the quiet, dark forest path.

The only sounds were the occasional flickering fireflies and the rustling of leaves.

They soon arrived at the private treehouse that the Mink tribe had specially prepared for them.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, the interior of the treehouse appears warm and luxurious.

The spacious room floor was covered with extremely soft, high-quality animal hides, making it feel like sinking into the clouds when you stepped on them. In the center of the room was a large and comfortable solid wood bed.

Victor slammed the wooden door shut behind him.

With a soft "click," the thick door completely shut out the noise and cheers of the banquet below.

The room instantly fell into a quiet space that belonged only to the three of them, where even the sound of each other's breathing could be clearly heard.

The indoor temperature was pleasant, filled with a faint fragrance of herbs and trees, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Victor casually took off his trench coat and shirt, revealing his broad chest and well-defined muscles.

By the dim candlelight, Nami leaned closer.

Her fair and slender fingers, warm to the touch, gently caressed the new wounds on his body.

Her eyes held a hint of lingering fear and unresolved heartache. She rolled her eyes at him, then muttered a soft complaint:

"You never know how to dodge a fight, do you think you're made of iron?"

"What should we do if something really goes wrong?"

Viktor chuckled softly, reached out and pulled Nami into his arms, his chin naturally resting against her orange hair that exuded a refreshing citrus scent.

He gently stroked her cheek with his fingers, coaxing her in a relaxed and slightly teasing tone:

"Okay, I've got it."

"Next time I encounter danger, I will definitely hide obediently behind you, the majestic 'Queen of Thunder,' and let you protect me."

Nami was amused by his shameless appearance and gently punched his chest with her small fist, which eased her worries a lot.

She stopped talking and simply nestled obediently in his broad embrace, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

By this time, Robin had changed into a comfortable, form-fitting black silk nightgown.

The silky fabric clung to her skin, perfectly outlining her mature and graceful curves, exuding a fatal attraction.

She walked over with elegant steps, carrying three glasses of red wine.

She handed one glass to Viktor, one to Nami, and took a small sip from the remaining glass herself.

The mellow wine burst on her tongue, and she leaned lazily against Victor's other shoulder.

Robin didn't look at the two of them, but quietly gazed at the moonlight outside the window, a hint of reminiscence flashing in her eyes.

She sighed softly:

"It's so good to be like this now. Every time we finish defeating those troublesome enemies, as long as we're still together, I feel especially at ease."

Hearing this heartfelt confession, Victor turned his head slightly and placed a gentle kiss on Robin's smooth forehead.

His affectionate gaze swept across the two women's faces, everything unspoken.

The three of them raised their glasses in unison and gently clinked them together.

The crisp sound of glass clattering echoed in the quiet treehouse, like the romantic prelude to a beautiful nocturne.

After finishing the mellow and sweet red wine, the atmosphere in the room naturally became more enchanting, thanks to the slight intoxication.

The air was thick with an overwhelming sense of hormones, and the temperature seemed to be rising imperceptibly.

Nami tilted her head slightly, hooked her fair arm around Viktor's neck, and kissed his lips proactively and skillfully.

As their lips intertwined, their breaths became rapid and hot, the fragrance of the fruit wine mingling in each other's mouths.

Robin looked at the two of them, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

She skillfully used the power of the Flower-Flower Fruit, and several arms appeared out of thin air, silently drawing the curtains of the treehouse and extinguishing the extra candlelight in the room.

Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the tree canopy and through the slightly ajar window, dappling the large bed.

The faint light and shadows flickered on their intertwined figures, adding a hazy and alluring allure to this private space.

Accompanied by warm, intertwined breaths, suppressed moans, and the soft rustling of clothes slipping between skin.

The three of them collapsed onto the soft, high-quality animal hide bed.

In this space that belongs only to them, there is no deliberate affectation, no superfluous words, only a deep affection and tacit understanding between them.

Viktor's movements were gentle, guiding them as they rose and fell in the waves.

A gentle night breeze rustled the enormous leaves, like a lullaby from nature, concealing the enchanting springtime atmosphere inside the treehouse.

……

As time passed, Zou Island, which had been reveling all night, gradually returned to calm.

The next morning, a few clear and melodious birdsongs rang out.

Warm sunlight pierced through the morning mist and streamed into the treehouse through the cracks in the windows, draping the room in a golden veil.

Viktor was the first to open his eyes from his deep sleep.

He turned his head slightly, his gaze sweeping gently across the large bed.

On either side, Nami and Robin were curled up beside him like two docile, lazy kittens.

They slept peacefully, their breathing even and deep, with a faint, satisfied smile on their lips.

Her long, jet-black and orange hair cascaded over her fair shoulders, exuding an astonishing charm.

Looking at his two wives, Victor's deep eyes were filled with tenderness.

Not wanting to disturb their peaceful dreams, he carefully pulled out his arm, which they had used as a pillow all night.

He carefully pulled over the blanket that had slipped down to cover them, ensuring they wouldn't catch a chill from the morning coolness.

Then, he stood up, picked up the clothes scattered on the ground, and dressed himself.

Victor walked to the window and gently pushed open the wooden window.

Let the fresh morning breeze of Zou Island caress my cheeks, dispelling the last trace of sleepiness in my mind.

Looking out of the treehouse window, you can see the outline of the forest below and a corner of the camp.

After a night's rest, the breath of nature brought an unprecedented sense of relaxation.

However, just as he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and quietly enjoyed this rare morning tranquility...

The once quiet camp below was suddenly filled with a noisy commotion, like chickens running and dogs barking.

"Stop! Don't run!"

"What happened?!"

"Stop that guy!"

The sounds of shouting, running, and heavy objects falling to the ground mingled together.

The noise shattered the tranquility of the early morning and instantly drew Viktor's attention, causing him to curiously turn his gaze toward the source of the commotion.