Nojiko's face wasn't just flushed; her eyes were red with unshed tears. Fear, regret, and anxiety swirled in her heart, leaving her utterly at a loss.
Darian pulled her into his arms, his voice soft and comforting. "Sister, I'll take responsibility. I believe Nami won't blame you. And if she gets angry, I'll let her beat me up."
His words sounded noble, but his actions told a different story. Even as he promised to take responsibility, his hand slid from her shoulder down to her breast, kneading the soft, heavy flesh with shameless enthusiasm.
Nojiko felt like her tears were being wasted on a scoundrel.
"Sister," Darian asked, his tone shifting slightly. "Do you want to go to sea with us?"
Despite his lust, Darian did consider her feelings. Offering to take her to sea was his genuine attempt at taking responsibility.
But just as he expected—just like Kaya—Nojiko refused.
"No," she whispered, looking away. "I need to take care of Aunt Bellemere's orange grove."
For Nojiko, the grove was everything. It was her mother's legacy. Unlike Nami, she had no grand dream of drawing a world map. The sea was too dangerous, and her roots were here in Cocoyasi.
Darian felt a twinge of disappointment, but he understood.
Kaya had a fortune to manage. Nojiko had an orange grove. Nami had a map to draw.
And what do I have? Darian thought, staring at Nojiko's beautiful, flushed face. I came to this world with nothing.
He realized that the core problem—the reason he couldn't just take these women with him easily—was a lack of power and influence.
If he had endless wealth and power, Kaya wouldn't need to stay in Syrup Village to manage her estate; she could have hired an army of accountants and sailed with him. If he had true influence, Nojiko wouldn't need to break her back farming; he could have hired a hundred workers to tend Bellemere's grove while Nojiko traveled the world in luxury.
If he were truly powerful, Nami wouldn't have spent eight years stealing from pirates.
In his past life, he had worked like a slave for money. Now, in this world, he had superhuman strength, but he was still just a guy on a boat.
A man can be ruthless, Darian mused silently, but he can't survive without money and power. They don't solve everything, but they grease the wheels of the world.
He needed to build his own empire.
"Sister," Darian said, his eyes suddenly shining with a new, dark ambition. He looked intently at Nojiko.
Seeing the sudden shift in his gaze—from contemplative to predatory—Nojiko felt a spike of fear.
Before she could react, Darian silenced her with a deep, bruising kiss. Their tongues entwined, the taste of their previous encounter still lingering between them.
When he finally pulled back, Darian wore a wicked smirk.
"Tell me, Sister," he whispered, trailing a hand down her stomach. "If you were really asleep earlier... why were you already so soaked?"
Nojiko's face turned scarlet. She turned her head away in utter humiliation.
As Darian reached for the waistband of her panties, Nojiko panicked. "Darian, no! Nami is still here! She's right next to us!"
Darian ignored her protests. He had gone to too much trouble—manipulating the situation, pushing Nami to exhaustion—just to have the two sisters in the same bed. He wasn't going to stop now.
He silenced her with another kiss, his hands expertly teasing her most sensitive spots. Having listened to Darian and Nami's intense lovemaking for the past hour, Nojiko's body was already overflowing with pent-up desire.
She tried to push his hands away, but Darian easily overpowered her, violently tearing her panties down her legs and tossing them to the floor.
He pinned her to the mattress, leaning close to her ear.
"Sister," he murmured, his voice a dark threat masked as a caress. "If you resist too much, the bed will shake. Nami will wake up. You don't want her to catch us, do you?"
He had found her ultimate weakness. The threat of Nami waking up paralyzed Nojiko. She slowly lowered her hands, her resistance crumbling into submission.
With a triumphant smile, Darian parted her long, tan legs and positioned himself at the entrance of her wet, blue-haired valley.
Glancing at the unconscious Nami sleeping just inches away, Nojiko bit her lip. Her eyes were filled with sorrow and shame. But as Darian pushed inside her, burying himself deep with a relentless, driving rhythm, her body betrayed her.
She arched her back, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts, doing her best to absorb the impact so the bed wouldn't creak too loudly.
Seeing her pitiful, ashamed expression, Darian felt an unprecedented rush of conquest. He thrust into her with all his might, watching her eyes roll back in silent, pleading ecstasy.
The sensation was incredible. While Nami was tight and textured, gripping him like a vice, Nojiko was softer, thicker, and impossibly wet, cushioning his every movement.
But Darian's intensity was too great. Even though he tried to restrain his movements, the small bed still creaked and groaned like a ship in a storm.
The bed shook so violently that Nami stirred, letting out a soft groan in her sleep.
Darian froze, his heart skipping a beat. He immediately activated his Human Path invisibility, cloaking himself entirely.
Nojiko was even more terrified. The sudden spike of fear, combined with the intense physical stimulation, pushed her over the edge.
Her climax hit her like a tidal wave. Her juices flowed uncontrollably, soaking the sheets in a massive, gushing release.
The sheer volume and the intense, scalding heat of her internal spasms triggered Darian's own release. He groaned, emptying his seed deep into her womb, following the flood of her orgasm.
When the storm finally passed, Darian faded back into visibility.
He looked down. Nojiko's face was flushed a deep crimson, her eyes closed. Like Nami, she had fainted from the overwhelming sensory overload. She had climaxed behind the cottage wall earlier, and now, subjected to an even more intense assault in the very bed her sister slept in, her body simply shut down.
The bed was a disaster zone. The two sisters slept peacefully, utterly exhausted and completely satisfied, leaving Darian to clean up the mess.
Fortunately, his Devil Fruit abilities were perfect for this.
He used his absorption powers to clean the sheets and their bodies, wiping away the sweat, fluids, and any evidence of his double conquest. He dressed them both carefully in their sleepwear; if Nami woke up sticky and naked next to her sister, she would definitely murder him.
With both women occupying the small bed, Darian had no choice but to sleep on the floor. Although polygamy existed in this world, Nami was violently jealous. He had a long way to go before she would ever accept sharing him, let alone with her sister.
The Next Day.
The sun was high in the sky. It was noon when Darian was finally awakened by the aroma of cooking food.
He sat up, stretching his sore muscles.
Nami was sitting at the wooden table, reading a navigation book. Nojiko was in the kitchen area, stirring a pot on the stove.
The smell of meat and spices made Darian's stomach rumble loudly.
Hearing the noise, both women turned to look at him.
They both looked radiant, their skin glowing with the undeniable vitality that came from Darian's "Dual Cultivation."
However, their expressions were very different.
Nami glared at him. Her gaze held a mix of shame, anger, and a touch of lingering gloom. The shame came from remembering how she had begged and eventually passed out. The gloom came from the terrifying thought: Did Nojiko hear us? Did she wake up? I would die of embarrassment.
Darian, perfectly aware of what happened, just offered a bright, innocent smile. "Morning, Nami! Morning, Sister!"
Nojiko, seeing Darian and recalling the absolute depravity of the previous night, blushed furiously. She couldn't meet his eyes.
"Good afternoon," Nojiko mumbled shyly. "Go wash up. Lunch is ready."
She quickly turned back to the stove to hide her red face.
Nami narrowed her eyes at Darian, clearly plotting how to make him pay for exhausting her so thoroughly.
Darian just grinned and headed for the washroom. After a night of extreme output, he had burned through a massive amount of protein and energy. His Devil Fruit could absorb ambient energy, but right now, what he really needed was a huge plate of food.
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