The sky above the hidden harbor was completely shrouded in dark, bruising clouds. Torrential rain lashed the deck of the sloop, and fierce winds whipped the sea into towering waves.
The weather perfectly matched the state of Nami's heart.
Deep down, Nami knew this day would come. She wasn't naïve. She knew Darian was a lecherous, insatiable monster. The sheer volume of his physical needs was something she struggled to handle even with her enhanced endurance. She knew he would inevitably look for others to share the "burden."
In the wider world, the cultural norms were varied. Commoners generally practiced monogamy, but among the nobility, the World Government officials, and the wealthy merchants, having a wife and multiple mistresses was a twisted kind of norm.
And among pirates? It was entirely expected.
Having grown up stealing from pirates, Nami knew their nature well. It wasn't unusual for a pirate captain to have dozens of women across the seas. They were reckless, greedy, and possessed a bottomless appetite for conquest.
From the moment Darian was unmasked to the world and they set sail from Cocoyasi, Nami had mentally prepared herself for the day he brought another woman on board. But she didn't expect it to happen this quickly.
Knowing it would happen didn't make it hurt any less.
She stood at the bow, the rain plastering her orange hair to her face, gripping the railing until her knuckles turned white. Because of the heavy downpour and the distance, Darian couldn't see the storm raging in her eyes.
He saw her waiting by the ramp and waved happily at her.
Nami forced herself to take a deep breath. She was a master thief and a brilliant actress. She wouldn't let him see her completely lose her cool. Not yet.
She walked toward the ramp to greet them. She put on a smile, though her words dripped with icy sarcasm.
"Hey, Darian," Nami said cheerfully. "You took off your mask. Let me guess, is this the chef you went out to find, or just someone you accidentally seduced?"
Darian, though a bit slow on the uptake regarding her emotional state, immediately caught the sarcasm. He quickly pointed to the fiery, red-haired woman beside him.
"This is Carmen," Darian explained quickly. "She's an incredible chef. She agreed to join us."
He then gestured to the stunning, black-haired woman standing slightly behind him, who looked like a goddess carved from ivory. "And this... I didn't look for her. It was a complete accident. She just... fell into my arms."
Upon hearing Darian's bumbling explanation, the black-haired woman stepped forward.
She crossed her arms, pushing her massive, perfect breasts up, and gave Darian a coquettish, pouting look.
"Darian, honey," she purred, her voice dripping with sensuality. "You grabbed my chest so hard out there in the storm, and now you don't want to take responsibility?"
Nami's smile froze.
The woman was dressed incredibly provocatively. Underneath a heavy, open coat, she wore nothing but a red-and-white striped bra. As she pressed her arms together, drawing attention to her cleavage, her demeanor was undeniably, dangerously alluring.
Darian swallowed hard. He had never seen the old Alvida—the overweight, freckled tyrant. The woman before him now, transformed by the Smooth-Smooth Fruit, was considered beautiful by even the most oblivious men in the world (like Luffy). The sight of her acting coquettishly was enough to make any man's blood boil. Men are visual creatures, and she was a visual masterpiece.
As a former pirate captain, Alvida had absolutely no sense of shame. Her blatant display of her assets in front of everyone was a calculated, seductive move.
Seeing Alvida's flawless features and hot body, Nami's carefully constructed facade began to crack. She turned pale, and a dark, terrifying aura began to emanate from her.
Watching Alvida play coy and seeing Nami's face turn demonic, Darian felt like he was caught between a volcano and an iceberg.
He felt genuinely guilty. Nami was the first person he had truly connected with in this world. She saved him, and he had claimed her first. To Darian, despite his greed and his desire to build an empire, Nami held the most important place in his heart.
Seeing the black flames practically rising from Nami's back, Darian scrambled to explain.
"Nami, you have to listen to me!" Darian pleaded, waving his hands. "You felt that hurricane, right? The wind was insane! This is the pirate Alvida. She got caught in the storm and blown several blocks through the air. I caught her so she wouldn't break her neck! Grabbing her... assets... was purely an accidental bump!"
Hearing Darian's panicked, desperate explanation, Nami's mood improved by a fraction of a percent.
But she looked at the beautiful woman again, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"You're Alvida the Iron Mace?" Nami asked, crossing her arms. "The Alvida on the wanted posters looks nothing like you."
Alvida put her hands on her hips, puffed out her chest, and proudly declared, "I am Alvida! The most beautiful woman on this sea! Only a powerful, handsome man like the White Emperor is worthy of holding me."
Seeing Alvida's arrogant, delusional demeanor, Nami's anger suddenly morphed into a strange kind of pity. She looked at Darian, who was offering a forced, pained smile.
For some reason, seeing Darian trapped by this crazy woman made Nami's mood improve significantly.
Feeling much better, Nami turned to the red-haired chef.
"Welcome aboard!" Nami said with genuine warmth. "My name is Nami, the navigator of this ship!"
"Thank you!" Carmen replied, a little intimidated but smiling brightly. "I'm Carmen. I'm looking forward to cooking for you!"
Nami completely ignored Alvida and turned back to Darian. "The rain is getting heavier, and the barometric pressure is bottoming out. If we don't set sail right now, we're going to be trapped in this harbor by the storm!"
"Right!" Darian nodded quickly. "Let's prepare to cast off!"
He turned to Alvida, frowning. "Are you really coming? Aren't you going back to Buggy's crew?"
Eating the Devil Fruit had completely changed Alvida's appearance, and her personality had shifted with it. Before, she would violently demand to know who the most beautiful woman was. Now, she used her charm as a weapon.
Alvida touched her cheek delicately and looked at him with big, innocent eyes. "What? After you caught me like a knight in shining armor, you want to throw me away?"
Darian frowned deeper. If she was still the ugly, cruel pirate she used to be, he would have punched her off the ship. But her current appearance was arguably on par with Nami's. While he found her personality somewhat grating, he couldn't bring himself to hit her.
"Fine," Darian sighed. "Stay if you want. But don't blame me if things get rough."
To emphasize his point, Darian raised his hand. "Asura Path."
CRACK!
A thick bolt of blue lightning shot from his palm, striking the water near the hull. The sea exploded in a geyser of water and steam, and several electrocuted fish floated to the surface.
Seeing the raw, destructive power, Alvida's coy expression vanished, replaced by serious awe. Powerful strength always commands respect.
"Idiot!" Nami yelled from the helm, struggling to secure the rigging in the wind. "Are we leaving or not?! Come help!"
"Coming!" Darian yelled back. He glanced at Alvida. "If you're staying on this ship, you work. Don't just stand there."
He ran to help with the sails.
Seeing Darian, Nami, and even the new chef Carmen bustling about, Alvida gritted her teeth. The "most beautiful woman on the sea" wasn't used to manual labor. But she swallowed her pride and went to help secure the lines.
With everyone working together, the sloop slowly fought its way out of the hidden harbor. Facing the towering waves, propelled by the fierce winds of the storm—and perhaps the winds of fate itself—Darian and his crew surged toward Reverse Mountain and the Grand Line.
Later That Night.
The storm finally passed. The sea calmed, and the rain slowed to a light drizzle.
With Carmen in the kitchen, Darian finally felt like he was eating real food. The dinner was a grand feast of perfectly cooked seafood and meats. To celebrate surviving the storm, they had broken open the ship's alcohol reserves.
Everyone was quite drunk.
One man and three women on a small ship. Darian had envisioned a wild, erotic party to celebrate their new crew.
But Nami, feeling the immense pressure of the two new, beautiful rivals, took matters into her own hands. Just like the night they defeated Arlong, she was incredibly proactive.
She grabbed Darian by the collar, dragged him into their cabin, and locked the door.
She pushed him onto the bed and quickly stripped herself, revealing her flawless, alluring body. The alcohol had flushed her cheeks a deep, adorable pink.
She threw herself onto him, initiating a passionate, bruising kiss. She was unusually aggressive, her breath tasting of rich wine and fine food.
After the kiss, Nami didn't hesitate. She knelt between his legs, quickly undoing his trousers.
Driven by liquid courage and fierce jealousy, Nami decided to show the newcomers exactly who was in charge. She took him into her mouth, utilizing every trick Darian had taught her, working with an enthusiasm and skill that made Darian gasp in shock.
After a few minutes of intense oral, Nami pushed Darian flat onto his back.
She straddled him, taking his heavy arousal into her hands, and guided him inside her.
She sat up straight, riding him with wild abandon. She thrust her hips up and down, riding him like a wild mustang.
Her initiative and frenzy made her incredibly tight and hot. Darian felt a thrill run down his spine. Furthermore, Nami discarded all of her usual shyness. She was asserting dominance, and her moans were unusually, deliberately loud.
She wanted the women outside to hear.
In the adjacent cabin, Carmen tossed and turned in her hammock, blushing furiously and covering her ears. Outside in the hallway, Alvida leaned against the wall, gritting her teeth in frustration.
Despite her fierce effort, Nami's stamina was no match for a Devil Fruit user. She quickly found herself exhausted, the dynamic shifting until she was pinned beneath Darian.
Darian was incredibly excited. Knowing that two beautiful women were listening just outside the door added a taboo thrill to the encounter. The excited Nami was fiery and responsive, and Darian held her tightly, riding out the passion of the night.
The gentle waves lapped against the ship's hull, a soft slap, slap sound that blended with the heavy breathing and creaking wood inside the cabin, as the White Emperor's crew sailed into the unknown.
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