Hearing Nami's reluctant agreement, Sora smiled, leaning back in his chair with satisfaction.
"I always keep my promises. As long as you show me your sincerity, I'll keep my word."
Because of Kaya, Vivi, Makino, Reiju, and the others, Sora had never really planned to harm the Straw Hats. At this point, they were still more like adventurers than true pirates.
Of course, if this had been post-Impel Down Luffy, Sora wouldn't have shown such mercy.
That bastard… he really expects me to make the first move?
He kidnapped me, used Luffy and the others as leverage, and now he wants me to serve him willingly? How outrageous!
Nami looked at Sora's relaxed and pleased expression and burned with silent fury.
"I—I'm going to leave now."
Realizing what Sora was about to do with Nami, Nojiko blushed and prepared to leave the room. After all, she was still Nami's sister, and staying any longer would be… awkward.
But Sora grabbed her and pulled her into his arms, grinning.
"Nami might not know how, so you'll stay and teach her."
"Yeah—teach her Makino's technique."
Nojiko: "…"
Nami: "???"
The silence that followed was electric. Nami's touch lingered against Sora's chest, her fingers tracing the defined lines beneath his shirt.
Her breath was steady now, not from calm, but from clarity. She had made her choice—not for submission, not out of weakness, but for control. On her terms.
Sora leaned in, his hand sliding along her hip, fingertips grazing the edge of exposed skin beneath the loosened nightwear. "You're full of surprises, Nami," he murmured, voice laced with heat.
She tilted her head up, meeting his eyes. "Get used to it."
He expected hesitation when she straddled his lap, but her movements were bold—unapologetic.
She moved like someone who'd already decided she was in charge of what came next.
Nojiko, still standing nearby, flushed deeper, but said nothing.
She understood this wasn't about her anymore. This was Nami reclaiming her pride in the only way she could.
Their mouths met—rough at first, a clash of defiance and command—but the spark between them ignited instantly.
Nami's hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, setting her own pace.
She gasped into his mouth when he gripped her thighs, thumbs pressing firm into soft skin, but she didn't slow. If anything, she pushed harder, grinding her hips down until his low growl broke the kiss.
"So impatient," he teased, fingers slipping beneath her waistband.
"Shut up," she whispered, biting his lower lip.
Her robe fell away completely now, and the soft candlelight bathed her skin in gold. Sora looked up at her—admiring, almost reverent for a second—before he pulled her tighter against him.
Behind them, Nojiko hesitated before stepping forward. She knew how Sora liked to orchestrate control—but this time, she followed Nami's rhythm instead.
Her hands came to Nami's back, lips brushing her neck as she whispered, "I've got you…"
Nami trembled—but it wasn't fear. It was heat, rushing through her chest and settling low in her belly. Every touch now felt like fire.
Sora shifted, guiding them both down onto the cushions, his body pressed between Nami's thighs.
Her legs wrapped around him instinctively, but her hands stayed on his chest—holding him back for one more beat.
"Let's make something clear," she breathed.
He raised an eyebrow. "Hmm?"
"You don't own me," she whispered, then arched her hips up, dragging him into her in one, smooth motion.
Sora inhaled sharply, his hands locking around her wrists, but he didn't stop her. He couldn't.
She moved deliberately, a slow grind that had his composure fraying at the edges.
Nojiko settled beside them, her hands trailing along Nami's body, amplifying the sensation with every stroke.
Moans and gasps filled the room like music—Nami's voice raw, unrestrained, Sora's deeper, rougher, and more broken than he ever allowed himself to be.
They found rhythm in chaos—her defiance, his dominance, Nojiko's tenderness weaving it all together.
And when the wave finally crashed—when Nami cried out his name, not in surrender but in release—Sora followed, his grip tightening, his breath hot against her neck.
Silence returned, heavy with steam and sweat and the soft panting of spent bodies.
Sora rested his forehead against Nami's collarbone, lips brushing her skin.
"You're dangerous," he murmured.
Nami, eyes half-lidded but still burning, smirked faintly. "Good."
She rolled off him slowly, collapsing against the cushions. Nojiko curled up behind her, arms wrapping around her waist, and for a moment, there was peace.
Then Sora spoke again, voice low, teasing.
"Now… let's talk about that navigator position."
Nami groaned and buried her face in a pillow. "You really don't quit, do you?"
He chuckled, leaning over to kiss her shoulder.
"No," he whispered. "And neither do you."
The air in the room was thick with anticipation as Sora, Nami, and Nojiko stood in a tense triangle of unspoken desires.
Sora's commanding presence filled the space, his eyes locked on Nami, a mix of challenge and invitation in his gaze.
Nami, her fiery spirit warring with her pride, felt the weight of his stare. She knew he was trying to bend her to his will, but she wasn't one to submit easily.
The room seemed to shrink around them, the only sounds the soft hum of the air conditioner and the faint thump of Nami's heart in her chest.
"You're fighting something you can't win, Nami," Sora said, his voice low and steady. "Why not just let go? Let me show you what you've been missing."
His words were a dare, a provocation, but there was an undercurrent of something else—a promise of pleasure that Nami couldn't ignore.
She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. She hated how much his words affected her, how they made her question her own resolve.
Nojiko stepped closer, her hand sliding up Nami's arm to her shoulder.
"He's right, Nami," she whispered, her voice soft but firm. "You don't have to fight this. Not with us." Her touch was warm, reassuring, and Nami felt her resistance waver.
She glanced at her sister, seeing the trust and desire in her eyes, and something inside her cracked.
"Fine," Nami snapped, more to herself than to them. "But I'm not doing this for you, Sora. I'm doing it for me." She took a step forward, closing the distance between them, her defiance still burning in her chest.
Sora smirked, his confidence unshaken, and reached out to grip her waist, pulling her against him. Nami felt the heat of his body through their clothes, and despite herself, she shivered.
Nojiko moved closer, her hands resting on Nami's hips as she pressed her body against her sister's back.
Nami could feel her breath on her neck, warm and steady, and the sensation sent a jolt of desire through her.
Sora's hands slid up her sides, his touch firm but gentle, and Nami closed her eyes, letting out a soft gasp. She wasn't sure where this was going, but she knew she couldn't stop it now.
Sora's lips brushed against her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
Sora's gaze raked over her, his desire palpable. "You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with want.
Nami felt a flush of pride, a sense of power that she hadn't expected. She reached out, gripping the hem of his shirt, and pulled it over his head, revealing his muscular chest.
Nojiko moved behind her, her hands sliding down Nami's back to cup her ass, and Nami felt a jolt of pleasure at the intimate touch.
Sora's hands moved to the clasp of her bra, unhooking it with a deft motion.
Nami let it fall to the floor, her breasts exposed to his gaze. He reached out, his thumbs brushing against her nipples again, and Nami gasped, her head falling back as she pressed her body against Nojiko's.
Her sister's hands tightened on her ass, her breath hot against Nami's neck, and Nami felt herself teetering on the edge of control.
"Touch me," Nami whispered, her voice hoarse with need. Nojiko didn't hesitate, her hands sliding down to part Nami's legs.
She knelt, her lips pressing against the sensitive skin of Nami's inner thigh, and Nami shuddered, her hands gripping Sora's shoulders for support.
Sora's hands moved to her waist, guiding her closer as Nojiko's mouth found its target.
Nami cried out, her body arching as Nojiko's tongue traced patterns against her clit.
Sora's hands slid down to her hips, his touch firm as he guided her movements.
Nami felt herself falling apart, her body responding to their touches with a desperation she couldn't deny.
She was no longer in control—she was at their mercy, and the realization sent her over the edge.
"Sora," she gasped, her voice a plea. He understood, his hands moving to unbuckle his belt. Nami watched, her breath coming in short gasps, as he freed himself from his pants.
His cock was thick and hard, and Nami felt her mouth water at the sight. She reached out, her hand wrapping around him, and he groaned, his head falling back.
Nojiko rose to her feet, her hands sliding up Nami's body to cup her breasts.
Nami turned, pressing her body against her sister's, and Nojiko kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling in a passionate embrace.
Sora moved behind Nami, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance. Nami felt the tip of his cock press against her, and she nodded, her breath hitching in anticipation.
"Ready?" Sora murmured, his voice a low growl. Nami nodded again, her body trembling with need. He thrust forward, his cock sliding into her with a slow, deliberate motion.
Nami cried out, her head falling back as she felt him fill her completely. Nojiko's hands tightened on her breasts, her lips pressing against Nami's neck, and Nami felt herself being pulled apart, her body stretched to its limits.
Sora began to move, his thrusts steady and relentless. Nami met each one, her body rising to meet his as she surrendered to the pleasure.
Nojiko's hands moved to her clit, her touch firm and insistent, and Nami felt herself spiraling closer to the edge. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion—their moans, their gasps, the slick sounds of their bodies moving together.
"Harder," Nami whispered, her voice a plea. Sora complied, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding.
Nami felt her orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure in her core. She cried out, her body shaking as she came, her walls clenching around Sora's cock.
He groaned, his thrusts faltering as he followed her over the edge, his cum filling her with a hot, pulsating release.
Nojiko's hands stilled, her breath coming in short gasps as she watched them. Nami turned, her arms wrapping around her sister as she pulled her into a deep kiss.
Sora's hands rested on Nami's hips, his touch gentle as he held her close. The room was silent, the only sound their heavy breathing as they came down from their high.
Nami felt a sense of peace, a satisfaction she hadn't expected. She had given in, but on her terms, and the realization brought a smile to her lips.
She pulled back, her eyes meeting Sora's, and saw the same satisfaction in his gaze.
Nojiko's hands rested on her cheeks, her smile soft and knowing, and Nami knew that this was just the beginning.
As they stood there, their bodies still entwined, Nami felt a connection she hadn't expected. This wasn't just about sex—it was about trust, about surrender, about finding pleasure in the arms of those she cared for. And as she looked at Sora and Nojiko, she knew that this was a moment she would never forget.
…
The next morning.
[Name: Nami]
[Background: Adopted daughter of the Navy]
[Special Skill: Top-tier navigation]
[Talent: Weather forecaster]
[Affection: 30]
[Combat Level: 1-star]
[Top-tier Navigation: Possesses elite knowledge and skill in navigation. Can guide ships safely through even the most dangerous waters.]
[Weather Forecaster: Can predict upcoming weather changes based on subtle shifts in temperature and climate.]
[Yield: +3 Physique, +3 Vitality, +3 Mental Energy per hour]
[Current Role: Chief Navigator — Increases ship speed by 20%, 100% role compatibility]
Sitting up in bed, Sora glanced at the sleeping Nami beside him and smiled.
He hadn't expected her to possess such powerful abilities—both top-tier navigation and weather prediction.
And when he assigned her the role of chief navigator? A full 20% speed increase to the ship.
With the Divine Slave's speed plus that boost? Heh. Practically unstoppable in naval combat.
Still, Sora didn't immediately claim her abilities. He'd wait a little longer.
After kissing both Nami and Nojiko on the cheek, he got dressed and left the room.
"Young master."
As soon as he stepped out, Anna and Shalria appeared—one offering a basin of clean water, the other handing him his grooming tools.
"Where's Reiju and the others?" Sora asked casually after freshening up.
"Reiju is having breakfast. Makino and the rest are still asleep," Shalria replied.
Makino, Kaya, and the others had arrived at the sanctuary in the middle of the night, so they didn't get to bed until nearly dawn. Anna and Shalria, being Zoan users with more stamina, were up early.
Nodding, Sora headed for the dining hall.
"You sure you don't want to eat that Rumble-Rumble Fruit?" he asked, sitting next to Reiju and stealing a piece of meat from her plate.
The Rumble-Rumble Fruit, after all, had been acquired through her battle with Enel. She had first dibs.
But Reiju was utterly unmoved, showing no interest in it.
She glared at Sora, sliced another piece of meat, and said calmly:
"A ship can't be full of Devil Fruit users. It's risky."
"And I already have my Toxic Dust ability. If I develop it further, it might even rival a Devil Fruit."
Ever since she easily defeated Enel—thanks to her Sea Prism Stone equipment—Reiju had given up on acquiring a fruit and instead focused on developing Sea Prism-based weapons to further counter Devil Fruit users.
Seeing her resolve, Sora didn't push it further. Just then, breakfast was served—brought out by the original maids of the sanctuary, handed over to Anna.
BANG!
Suddenly, the grand doors of the sanctuary burst open. Luffy stormed in and roared:
"Give me back Nami and Robin!"
Luffy had catapulted himself using his rubber powers, arriving ahead of Zoro and Sanji.
Sora chuckled softly.
He had actually expected Luffy to show up last night. Guess the guy overslept.
"Toss him onto the island."
He didn't even look up as he gave the order, continuing his meal.
Reiju, Anna, and Shalria immediately charged toward the door.
Sora had anticipated Luffy's arrival. In fact, he planned for it.
Now that Luffy had barged in and challenged him, even if Sora truly decided to act against the Straw Hats, Nami, Kaya, and the others would have no ground to complain.
It also gave him an excuse to make Kaya, Makino, and the rest plead with him on the Straw Hats' behalf.
Eventually, he could use the situation to force them to cut ties with the Straw Hat crew altogether.
Even before Sora finished eating, Reiju had already defeated Luffy and tossed him out onto the island.
With Sea Prism Stone gloves in hand, Reiju had easily taken down even Enel. Luffy stood no chance.
Finishing his breakfast, Sora instructed Reiju to secure the palace per the plan, then headed straight to Nico Robin's room.
—
"Was that Luffy just now?"
Robin, looking slightly haggard, lay on the bed with Sea Prism cuffs on her wrists.
She stared at Sora as he entered.
She had assumed Sora would violate her last night—but he hadn't shown up at all.
She hadn't slept a wink.
"Tch, Anna and Shalria really know how to dress someone up."
Seeing Robin in her barely-there outfit, Sora praised the two maids from the bottom of his heart.
Ignoring Robin's question, he approached her, pinched her soft cheek, and pulled her lips into an "O" shape.
"Miss Robin, did you wait all night? Are you that eager now?"
Robin's face turned bright red, her cheeks burning.
"D-Do you really know the locations of the Poneglyphs?"
She turned her head away, dodging his fingers, and asked through gritted teeth.
Sora, for once, stopped teasing her. He sat down in a chair beside the bed, resting his chin on one hand.
Robin was smart—darker, more cunning than Nami. She wouldn't give in as easily.
She might submit for now, but earning her true loyalty wouldn't be so simple.
And despite her tragic life, Sora didn't really want to hurt her—not seriously.
...Well, teasing her was still fair game.
After a moment's thought, he smiled.
"So, Miss Robin—how about we go explore Skypiea together?"
"Let's go find that Poneglyph hidden somewhere on this island."
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