Nami knew there would be consequences.
Her sister Makino would probably get mercilessly teased by Reno.
But aside from that, Reno treated his women well—gentle, protective, never letting them get hurt.
Most importantly, Nami didn't want Nojiko left alone at home. If she came along with Reno, they could look out for each other.
Since Nami brought it up herself, Reno wasn't about to just sit there. He immediately invited Nojiko to join the crew.
With a little help from the two beauties, Kaya and Makino, Nojiko's stubbornness finally gave way and she agreed—though something still felt a little… off.
Was Reno really that great?
All three of them speaking for him made it hard to judge.
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That night, Cocoyashi Village blazed with light.
Firecrackers snapped from one end of the village to the other as everyone threw a massive feast to celebrate Arlong's fall.
Genzo personally invited Nami and the others—she was the one who'd slain Arlong, after all, and they wanted her as guest of honor.
Nami politely refused, and Genzo left disappointed.
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After the feast, Reno accompanied Nami and Nojiko to Bell-mère's grave.
The sisters wanted to tell their foster mother the good news.
Reno didn't intrude—he kept his distance to give them space. He knew they'd have things to say she wouldn't want overheard.
They sat there a long time, talking.
At first it was joyful tears and the victory retold.
Then the topic… drifted.
Reno couldn't tell what it was; he only noticed the way the sisters sometimes sneaked glances his way—Nami clenching her tiny fists in flustered anger, Nojiko covering her mouth in surprise.
He rubbed his chin. *What on earth are they discussing…?*
A few minutes later, the smiles on their faces settled into calm relief. Nami took Reno's hand and drew him up to the gravestone.
"Mother, did you see? My man treats me well."
"Arlong is dead, and your daughter has a home now. Please rest easy."
Nojiko's eyes turned red.
Reno squeezed Nami's hand, then reached out and took Nojiko's as well. "Don't worry. I'll take good care of Nami and Nojiko. I won't let anything harm them."
With that sincere promise, the three left the graveyard.
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Back at Nami's house, the air was… awkward.
The atmosphere was thick with hormones.
Nojiko sat with her head bowed, fingers intertwined, nervous and fidgeting—sneaking a glance at Reno now and then before ducking her head, heart racing.
*Would what happened with Nami… happen tonight too? And if it did, what should I do? Go along? Resist a little? Ugh—this is so confusing…*
Kaya and Makino nestled together with faint smiles, clearly ready to watch the show.
Nami didn't know how to start. If it were any other woman, fine—but this was her sister.
"Ahem." At last, Reno broke the silence. "Tonight, the three of you head to the Merry—or should I head to the Merry?"
"Go!" Nami shot her hand up instantly.
She could not let Reno discover her stash.
Kaya and Makino shrugged—either way was fine.
Nojiko tucked her chin even lower. She… thought she knew what he meant.
Without hesitation, Reno took Nojiko's hand, and the two vanished from the room.
Whenever he welcomed a new beauty aboard, Reno would give some *personal instruction* first.
Tradition.
Afterward, group "study sessions" were fine—lively, even.
Just as Nami breathed a sigh of relief, a non-negotiable voice floated back through the air:
"Nami, dig up the money in the orange grove. It'll be our crew's operating fund from now on."
"Kaya, Makino—supervise."
Nami froze, then stomped her foot, furious.
"Reno! That's my money!"
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On the Merry, Nojiko was still rattled.
*What is he—*
Before she could ask, Reno began her "navigation lesson."
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Reno led Nojiko to his private quarters on the Merry. The room was dimly lit with a few candles, casting long shadows across the wooden walls. Nojiko's heart raced as she stood awkwardly by the door, unsure of what to expect.
"Relax," Reno said with a gentle smile, gesturing for her to sit on the edge of the bed. "We don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with."
Nojiko nodded, her blue hair falling across her face as she looked down at her hands. "Nami told me... about you two. About how you are with women."
"And what did she say?" Reno asked, sitting beside her, close enough that she could feel his warmth but not so close as to make her uncomfortable.
"That you're... different. Gentle but passionate. That you make her feel things she's never felt before." Nojiko's cheeks flushed as she spoke.
Reno chuckled softly. "Your sister has a way with words." He reached out slowly, giving her time to pull away if she wanted, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "But I meant what I said at Bell-mère's grave. I'll take care of both of you."
Nojiko finally looked up, meeting his eyes. There was something there—a warmth, a sincerity that made her heart skip. "I believe you," she whispered.
Reno's gaze drifted momentarily to her chest, where her large breasts strained against the fabric of her top. He quickly brought his eyes back to hers, but not before Nojiko noticed. Her blush deepened.
"May I kiss you?" Reno asked, his voice low and husky.
Instead of answering, Nojiko closed the distance between them, pressing her lips against his. The kiss was tentative at first—she had never been kissed before—but as Reno's hand came up to cup her cheek, it deepened. Nojiko felt a warmth spreading through her body, a desire she had never experienced before.
Reno's hands were gentle as they explored her body, tracing the curves of her waist, then moving to the swell of her large breasts through her clothes. Each touch sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire within her that she didn't know existed.
"You're beautiful," Reno murmured against her neck as he trailed kisses down to her collarbone. "Every inch of you."
Nojiko's breath hitched as his fingers found the hem of her shirt, slipping underneath to touch bare skin. "Reno," she gasped, her body arching into his touch.
Slowly, reverently, Reno undressed her, his eyes drinking in every newly revealed inch of skin. When her top came off, her large, firm breasts spilled free, the nipples hardening in the cool air. Reno's eyes widened in appreciation.
"Perfect," he whispered, cupping them gently in his hands.
As he continued to undress her, Nojiko felt vulnerable but not exposed—his gaze was appreciative, not objectifying. When she was finally naked before him, he took a moment just to look at her. His eyes traveled from her beautiful face down to her full breasts, her slim waist, and lingered on her round, generous backside.
"Turn around," he said softly.
Nojiko hesitated, then slowly turned, giving him a view of her back and her large, perfectly shaped buttocks. She heard his sharp intake of breath.
"You're a goddess," he said, his voice thick with desire. His hands came up to caress her backside, squeezing gently. Nojiko gasped at the sensation.
"Your turn," she said, finding a confidence she didn't know she possessed as she turned back to face him. Her fingers fumbled slightly with the buttons of his shirt, but Reno was patient, letting her set the pace.
When his shirt came off, Nojiko marveled at his muscular chest and arms. Her hands explored the hard planes of his body, feeling the strength beneath his skin. When she reached for the waistband of his pants, Reno helped her, and soon he was naked before her.
Nojiko's eyes widened at the sight of his manhood—it was much larger than she had imagined, thick and long and fully erect. A momentary fear flashed through her mind—how would something so big fit inside her?
Reno saw the apprehension in her eyes and smiled reassuringly. "We'll go slow," he promised. "I won't hurt you."
He laid her back on the bed, his body hovering over hers. "Tell me what you want," he said, his voice gentle but filled with desire.
"I... I want you," Nojiko replied, her voice trembling slightly. "But I've never... I mean, I'm..."
"A virgin," Reno finished for her, his expression softening. "I know. I'll be gentle, I promise."
Reno took his time, exploring her body with his hands and mouth, learning what made her gasp and what made her moan. He paid special attention to her breasts, lavishing them with attention, sucking and licking her nipples until she was writhing beneath him.
His hands moved to her backside, squeezing and caressing the firm, round flesh. He turned her onto her stomach for a moment, just to admire the perfect curve of her buttocks, then kissed his way down her spine, making her shiver with pleasure.
By the time his fingers slipped between her legs, Nojiko was wet and ready, her body aching for more. "Please," she begged, not entirely sure what she was asking for but knowing that Reno could give it to her.
Reno's touch was expert, circling and stroking her most sensitive spot, building her pleasure higher and higher until she was clutching at his shoulders, her nails leaving half-moon marks in his skin.
"Reno, please," she gasped, her hips lifting off the bed, seeking more contact.
Finally, when she thought she couldn't take any more, Reno positioned himself between her thighs. The head of his large member pressed against her entrance, and Nojiko tensed involuntarily.
"Relax," Reno whispered, kissing her deeply. "It will hurt less if you relax."
Nojiko nodded, taking a deep breath. Reno entered her slowly, just the tip at first, giving her time to adjust. Even that small intrusion caused Nojiko to gasp—it was uncomfortable, but not painful.
Reno pushed in a little further, and Nojiko felt a sharp pain as he encountered her maidenhead. He paused, looking into her eyes. "Ready?" he asked.
Nojiko nodded, and Reno thrust forward in one smooth motion, breaking through the barrier. Nojiko cried out, tears springing to her eyes at the sudden pain.
Reno remained still, letting her adjust to the feeling of him inside her. He kissed away her tears, murmuring soothing words. "The pain will pass," he promised. "Just breathe."
Slowly, the pain receded, replaced by a feeling of fullness, of being stretched in the most intimate way. Nojiko shifted her hips experimentally, and a new sensation—pleasure—began to build.
"You can move now," she whispered.
Reno began to move, his strokes slow and gentle at first. Nojiko's discomfort quickly gave way to pleasure as he filled her completely with each thrust. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, matching his rhythm.
The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure—soft moans, whispered names, the rustle of sheets. Reno's hands moved to her backside, lifting her slightly to change the angle, and suddenly he was hitting a spot inside her that made her see stars.
"Oh!" she gasped, her eyes widening in surprise.
Reno smiled, knowing he had found the right spot. He continued to thrust, making sure to hit that spot with each movement. Nojiko's pleasure built rapidly, a tension coiling tighter and tighter inside her.
"Reno," she moaned, not knowing what was happening but feeling like she was approaching something monumental.
"Let go," he whispered in her ear. "I've got you."
And she did, her body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over her for the first time in her life. She cried out, overwhelmed by the intensity of her orgasm.
Reno continued to move inside her, prolonging her pleasure. When her spasms subsided, he increased his pace, his own release approaching. With a final deep thrust, he pulled out quickly and spilled his seed on her stomach, groaning her name.
They lay together afterward, limbs entangled, bodies cooling in the night air. Reno traced lazy patterns on her skin, and Nojiko felt a contentment she had never experienced before.
"That was..." she began, but words failed her.
Reno smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Just the beginning," he promised.
They rested for a while, but the night was young, and their desire for each other hadn't been fully sated. Soon, Reno's hands began to wander again, caressing her large breasts and round backside, and Nojiko found herself responding eagerly.
This time, she took more initiative, exploring his body as he had explored hers, discovering what made him groan and what made his breath catch. Her hand wrapped around his impressive length, stroking him back to hardness.
"I want to try something different," Reno said, his eyes dark with desire. He guided her onto her hands and knees, positioning himself behind her.
Nojiko looked back at him over her shoulder, her blue hair falling across her face. In this position, her large buttocks were prominently displayed, and Reno took a moment to appreciate the view, his hands caressing the firm, round flesh.
"You have the most perfect ass I've ever seen," he said, his voice husky with desire.
He entered her from behind, and Nojiko gasped at the new sensation. In this position, he seemed to reach even deeper inside her, filling her completely. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as he thrust into her.
One of his hands moved around to cup her breast, squeezing gently, pinching her nipple. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, and Nojiko found herself approaching another peak much faster than before.
Reno's thrusts became more powerful, his large member stretching her deliciously with each movement. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with their moans and gasps.
"You feel so good," Reno groaned, his hand moving from her breast to between her legs, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves and circling it with his fingers.
The added stimulation was too much for Nojiko. She came with a cry, her inner walls clenching around him. Reno followed shortly after, pulling out just in time and spilling onto her back with a groan.
They collapsed onto the bed, exhausted but satisfied. Reno cleaned her gently with a cloth, then pulled her into his arms, her back against his chest, his hand resting possessively on her hip.
"Thank you," Nojiko whispered, turning her head to look at him.
"For what?" Reno asked, puzzled.
"For being gentle. For making my first time special."
Reno smiled, kissing her softly. "You deserve nothing less," he said.
They talked for a while—about their pasts, their hopes, their fears. Nojiko found herself opening up to Reno in ways she never had with anyone else, not even Nami. There was something about him that made her feel safe, understood.
As the night deepened, they made love once more, this time with Nojiko on top, her large breasts bouncing with each movement, her round backside filling Reno's hands as he guided her up and down on his impressive length. It was slower this time, more intimate, their eyes locked as they moved together in perfect harmony.
They didn't stop until the latter half of the night.
"Rest well. I'm leaving Cocoyashi tomorrow," Reno said, gently tucking in her blanket before heading to the next room.
The usual routine after recruiting a beauty.
"Claim," he said lazily—too lazy even to add "reward."
\[**Reward issuing…**]
\[**Congratulations, Host: Golden Lion's current dual-blade swordsmanship acquired!**]
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"P.S. Just so you know, all the girls are virgins. I wasn't going to point it out, but a few people asked."