'Nami... her voice is so loud...'
From the shadows, a single figure listened and watched in secret.
It was Nami's stepsister, bearing little resemblance in face or hair color, Nojiko.
She had noticed Nami was missing after the nightly feast had ended. It was only natural to want to talk to her younger sister, who was finally free from oppression and literally on the verge of departure.
She'd left the house to search for her, but upon hearing beastly sounds from the tangerine grove, she'd come to investigate, thinking a wild animal had wandered in.
She never imagined that voice would be Nami's cries of pleasure, nor that she would be entwined with a man in the grove that held their most precious memories. And with Luffy, the captain of the ship she was about to board, no less.
At first, she feared it was against Nami's will. If that were the case, then even if he was their savior... But it quickly became clear that Nami was the one who had initiated it.
She knew she shouldn't be spying on her sister's tryst. But Nami's voice and the obscene sounds of their coupling had burrowed deep into Nojiko's core, awakening something inside her.
"Ah... Fuu Nnnn…"
Hiding just a short distance away, Nojiko listened to her sister's animalistic cries and the vivid, wet noises of sex, her own hands moving to her chest and between her legs.
In the village, Nojiko was known for her frank, unflappable personality. Despite the burden of her sister's situation, she was well-liked and popular.
"Aaahhnnn! Big! Luffy's cock ish so big!!"
"Haaah Haaah Haaah."
Yet, Nojiko had no experience with men. She had always felt a lingering guilt about pursuing a romantic relationship while Nami sacrificed herself for the village. Deep down, she believed that finding her own happiness would be a betrayal of her sister.
"Good... Goodd!! Cum inside!! Please, cum inside meeee."
"Ah... Aaahhh!"
But now, that very Nami was drowning in the happiness and pleasure of being a woman—of being a female—thanks to Luffy. As her sister, Nojiko felt a swell of happiness, but it was mingled with a sharp pang of loneliness.
"Haaah... haaah... haaah..."
Nojiko climaxed on her own fingers. Meanwhile, Nami had already begun round two, her moans starting up anew.
Watching the scene, Nojiko felt a deep, aching heat pool in her lower abdomen. Her sister, getting fucked by Luffy. The sight of it stirred her own lust as a woman, and she was flooded with shame.
At the same time, the weight of being there became too much to bear, and she slipped away into the darkness.
The village celebration lasted for several days…
Luffy and Makino had planned to stay a while, citing that "Nami needs time to prepare." During their stay, a feast was held every night.
The days fell into a cycle: preparing for the voyage and helping with reconstruction during the day, and attending the raucous feasts at night.
"Aohh Hoooh Fuuu."
And after every feast, Luffy would fuck Nami.
The locations varied: not just the tangerine grove, but inside her house, deep in the forest, and sometimes even in Arlong Park—a place filled with painful memories for her.
He didn't care where it was. Luffy fucked Nami wherever and whenever he pleased.
By now, Nami had become completely submissive, a female whose sole purpose during sex was to feel good.
"Nnn... Ah... Again..."
And every single time, Nojiko watched. She felt a deep disgust with herself for using her stepsister's debauched form as masturbation material. Yet, she couldn't get the image of their first night together out of her head.
'Why am I doing this...? Am I... really this much of a pervert...?'
As she stared at Nami's obscene figure, Nojiko questioned her own depraved fetishes. But the sound of Nami's moans made her hand move unconsciously, continuing to pleasure her pussy.
This became her nightly routine.
"Eh? The day after tomorrow?"
It was during the post-feast cleanup, which had become a daily ritual. Amidst the work, Nami casually mentioned they would be setting sail the morning after next.
"Commodore Purin-Purin has been looking around the East Blue for a ship sturdy enough for the Grand Line. Apparently, a wealthy man in Syrup Village has an older model he doesn't need, and wants to know if we'd like to come buy it."
"I... see."
Nojiko had always known this day would come. In fact, their extended stay might have just been a courtesy while waiting for Nami to get her affairs in order. But faced with the reality, she felt a sharp sting of loneliness.
As a child, she'd held onto the hope that once Arlong's rule was over, they could be together again.
But as she grew older, she'd come to understand the harsh realities of the world, and that hope had faded. As Nami's older sister, she knew she should smile and send Nami off with joy.
"Well then, I'll let everyone know... We'll have to make tonight's feast even grander than usual."
"Honestly, you all party too much," Nami laughed softly. "...But thank you. Hey, after the feast tonight, I'd like to talk. Just us. At... Bell-mère's grave. Is that okay?"
There was no reason to refuse. Between the preparations for departure and being the center of attention at the feasts, they hadn't had a moment to speak calmly in days. And there might not be another chance to have a real, quiet conversation.
Nami must have been thinking the same thing, choosing their adoptive mother's grave as the place.
The news that Nami was leaving the day after next spread like wildfire.
The girl who had single-handedly carried the burden of the entire village was finally embarking on her own journey. The villagers took turns approaching her with well-wishes, and they cornered Luffy with renewed fervor.
"Protect her with your life!"
"We're counting on you to take care of Nami!"
Some even issued stern warnings: "You've already got a pretty lady with you, so keep your hands off Nami!"
Hearing that, Nojiko's mind instantly flashed back to the nightly sexual marathons she'd been witnessing.
'That's right. From now on, they'll be doing that same thing on a ship, night after night.' The thought alone made her own sex grow damp, a deep, primal yearning awakening in the pit of her stomach.
"I'm... cumming... Cumming... cumming... Cumminggghh!!"
Before she knew it, she had hidden herself in the shadows again, fingers working furiously to bring herself release.
"...I'm the absolute worst."
Once the climax faded, the familiar wave of self-loathing washed over her. Nojiko was trapped in an endless cycle of lust and disgust.