Hearing Nami say, "Thank you for your hard work," and remembering her absurd, highly submissive encounter with Darian the night before, Vivi blushed furiously.
"Nami, you don't need to say anything," Vivi replied shyly, looking down at the bathwater. "This... this was all my own choice."
Talking openly about what had happened last night, Vivi blushed so much that her neck turned red all the way to the tips of her ears. In addition, there were still numerous, obvious hickeys and handprints on Vivi's back and thighs. Perhaps because she had been playfully bullied and teased by Darian for a long time, Nami had unconsciously picked up Darian's habit of being flirtatious and blunt. Besides, Nami was already a bit carefree when it came to matters of the flesh.
"So, Vivi... how did it actually feel with Darian?" Nami asked, a wicked, teasing glint in her eyes.
Sometimes, when a woman starts driving the conversation into explicit territory, there's nothing left for a man to do but sit back and listen. Some of the deeply private topics discussed between close girlfriends would make even a seasoned, shameless pirate like Darian blush.
When Nami asked this incredibly blunt question, Vivi turned around in absolute shock to look at Nami, only to see the navigator smiling wickedly at her. Vivi's face turned so red it was almost bleeding.
"N-Nami?!" Vivi exclaimed, covering her face with her hands.
Nami simply smiled and splashed a little water at her. "Oh, come on! We share the same man now. Tell me how you feel!"
"I'm not talking to you anymore!"
Seeing Nami's hooligan-like, teasing appearance, Vivi shyly grabbed a towel to cover her chest and quickly waded deeper into the hot bathtub to hide.
The intimate, highly explicit interaction between the two women made Darian—who was actively watching from the shadows near the ceiling—feel like the "magic weapon" inside his sweatpants was about to violently explode.
Seeing Vivi run away, Nami also stood up from her stool and walked toward the large central pool, completely and unabashedly exposing her beautiful, athletic body to the humid air.
Having been negatively influenced by the tough, chain-smoking Bellemere since childhood, and having spent so many years surviving on the high seas among ruthless pirate crews, Nami's skin was much thicker, and she was much more carefree about her body than a sheltered royal like Vivi.
Of course, it wasn't that Nami wasn't careful. If some random bastard dared to make a move on her or peep, Nami would definitely teach him a painful lesson with her fists or a lightning bolt. But around her female crewmates, her somewhat delinquent, mischievous personality shone through.
Vivi, on the other hand, was a completely different story.
She had dared to ambush Darian in the dead of night and take him into her mouth, but that didn't mean she wasn't still incredibly pure and modest at heart. It's just that Vivi, who had received intense political training from a young age, knew how to make extreme choices and sacrifices for the sake of her kingdom's survival. After all, the decadence, pressure, and hidden extravagance of high royalty were entirely beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Soon, the women finished their morning scrubs and massages and fully entered the massive, warm bath. Darian couldn't wait any longer; he decided it was time to get started with his own plans.
"You're very troubled about something, aren't you?" Nami said to Vivi beside her.
With her arms resting elegantly on the marble edge of the bathtub, Nami's magnificent breasts floated up slightly due to the water's buoyancy as she comfortably soaked in the warmth.
"Ah?"
Despite her attempts to hide, Vivi looked at Nami in surprise.
Nami continued, her tone turning slightly more serious. "Actually, I'm thinking that we should leave Alabasta in the next couple of days."
"Why?!" Vivi asked, immediately sounding somewhat nervous and puzzled.
In order to secure Darian's power to defeat Crocodile, Vivi had sacrificed her royal purity, which made her feel very guilty toward Nami. When Nami suddenly said that the crew was leaving so soon, how could Vivi not be nervous that Nami was abandoning her out of jealousy?
"Crocodile has been dealt with, the civil war has calmed down, and the drought is broken. We have absolutely no logical reason to stay here any longer," Nami explained calmly. "Our ship is still anchored in Nanohana and may already be surrounded by Marine patrols. If we don't leave soon, the Little Fish will be in danger, and we'll be trapped in the desert."
As the navigator and Quartermaster—excluding Robin—Nami could be considered the intellectual and logistical backbone of the ship. She was very responsible and was already calculating the risks of their next voyage into the Grand Line.
As for Captain Darian, his mind was entirely filled with demonic lust right now, and he was exclusively thinking about how to make a move against Nami and the others in the water.
In order to successfully launch this "Silver Party" banquet—and to overcome the natural modesty of the women—Darian decided to shamelessly use his Outer Path abilities. Under the cover of the heavy steam, the floral bath gels, and the women's natural body heat, Darian began to passively release a highly concentrated, invisible aphrodisiac scent from his pores.
"Vivi... does the water temperature seem to have gone up suddenly?" Nami asked, her brow furrowing.
Nami began to pant slightly as she felt a sudden, intense flush of heat. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her heart began to race against her ribs.
The warm pool water made Vivi's already rosy cheeks turn even redder, and she shifted uncomfortably, her thighs rubbing together. She responded with equal curiosity, "It seems that's really true! I feel so hot all of a sudden."
The royal bath was very large, more than ten meters long and wide. The women were spaced relatively far apart in the water, but they were all still heavily affected to some extent by the airborne pheromones.
Nami was the intended "first dish" to be served at this Silver Party, so she received special, concentrated attention from Darian's directed aura.
As he pulled off his sweatpants, they quickly lost their transparent, camouflaged state the moment they left contact with his body, dropping silently onto the tiles.
Remaining perfectly invisible, Darian slowly and silently slipped into the water. The intense heat of the pool water naturally reduced the stamina and power that the Devil Fruit provided, slightly diminishing Darian's initial, overwhelming physical excitement, but not his intent.
If anyone had been watching the water closely, they would have noticed that a significant section of the pond water had seemingly displaced and disappeared out of nowhere, forming a man-sized void as if it had been occupied by a transparent ghost.
A large volume of standing water does indeed have a significant, draining restraining effect on Devil Fruit users. With the lower half of his body submerged in the hot water, Darian was already losing a fraction of his fine control. He had to focus entirely to maintain his visual invisibility.
A massive pool full of gorgeous, naked women, yet here I am, entering the hot spring completely undetected, Darian thought. I know this is incredibly perverted, but it's also exceptionally thrilling.
With her heart racing and her core body temperature skyrocketing, Nami—whose body had been thoroughly "developed" and sensitized by Darian over the past few weeks—was incredibly susceptible to his aura. Instinctively, she squeezed her long legs together beneath the water and began to rub her thighs together to alleviate the sudden, aching emptiness.
Although Vivi's condition was slightly better than Nami's, since she wasn't the primary target, she was also breathing heavily, her eyes glazing over slightly.
As Darian, acting as a human aphrodisiac, fully released his powers into the steam, what was supposed to be a simple, relaxing morning bath suddenly became dead quiet. The ambient noise was replaced entirely by the sound of seven women breathing heavily. The atmosphere instantly changed from cheerful to suffocatingly sensual.
Since she was receiving the highest concentration of the aura, Nami's physical reaction was the most intense. Her two hands, which were originally resting casually on the marble edge of the pool, had somehow slipped beneath the water, seeking desperate relief.
Vivi was right beside her, her own mind filled with dizzying thoughts of how to deal with the sudden, burning fire in her lower half, so Nami could only touch herself secretly, hiding her hands beneath the opaque, soapy water.
This intense, sudden situation immediately reminded Nami of Darian. In the past, the only time she ever felt this kind of overwhelming, uncontrollable heat was when she was actively engaged in "Dual Cultivation" with her Captain.
Thinking of Darian, Nami reached down further with one hand. She glanced to the side nervously, somewhat afraid to look at Vivi, terrified the Princess would notice her shameful actions.
At that exact moment, Nami witnessed something completely extraordinary and terrifying.
Suddenly, a distinct section of the soapy pool water simply parted and disappeared, as if it were being physically occupied and pushed aside by an unseen, massive object—and the void in the water was moving steadily closer to her.
As the invisible Darian approached, although the demonic scent emanating from him was faint and expertly masked by the floral soaps in the bathroom, Nami—who had been intimately in and out of Darian's bed countless times—could not possibly fail to recognize his unique, intoxicating scent.
Moreover, Nami knew intimately all of Darian's various Devil Fruit abilities, including his optical camouflage.
When Nami first learned that Darian had the ability to bend light and become completely invisible, she had sternly warned him not to ever use that ability for bad, perverted purposes around the crew.
Nami never expected that the bastard would actually dare to use it on her today, in a Royal Bathhouse no less.
After entering the bath, besides spending a moment stabilizing his draining stamina in the water, Darian had spent his time silently observing Nami's flushed, aroused reactions.
Seeing Nami's previously dazed, lustful expression suddenly snap into one of wide-eyed shock and realization, Darian knew instantly that his brilliant navigator had discovered his approach.
He moved instantly. He activated his Human Path silicone ability, extending his invisible arm through the water to firmly clamp his hand over Nami's mouth.
Feeling the large, warm hand cover her mouth out of thin air, Nami was finally, absolutely certain that the bastard Darian was in the bathtub with them. She angrily raised her free hand, which had been resting on the edge of the tub, to violently slap Darian's invisible hand away. But Darian anticipated it and easily grabbed her wrist with his other hand, pinning it.
For a panicked moment, Nami didn't know how to physically resist; after all, her other hand, which was submerged deep in the water, was still currently sandwiched embarrassingly between her own legs.
A Silver Party is meant to be wild, Darian thought. Why bother with all these unnecessary, cautious steps? I just want the thrill!
After a moment of stunned, frozen silence, Nami finally reacted. She ripped her hand out from between her legs, bringing it above the water to slap away Darian's hand that was covering her mouth.
At that exact moment, Nami felt a hot, wet presence lean close to her ear, and she heard a dark, familiar whisper: "Don't move, Navigator. It's just me. You don't want Princess Vivi to find out what we're doing, do you?"
Darian's classic blackmail trope wouldn't have posed much of a real threat to Nami in normal circumstances. It wasn't as if she would obediently submit to a simple "You don't want your sister to find out, do you?" like some helpless girl in a cheap romance novel. She would usually just scream and electrocute him.
Coincidentally, however, Vivi, noticing Nami's sudden, violent splashing, asked, "Nami? What's wrong?"
Although Vivi was also heavily affected by the aphrodisiac and her own lingering soreness, she still noticed Nami's bizarre struggles with thin air.
When you're clear-headed, you might shout for help. But in a moment of extreme, arousing panic, and desperate to hide her own shameful actions from just moments prior, a person often subconsciously tries to cover things up.
Of course, when Darian slightly loosened his grip over Nami's mouth, Nami instantly responded, her voice strained. "Ah! Nothing! Is everything alright with you, Vivi?"
Due to the intense effects of the aura, Vivi was in a rather awkward, agonizing situation herself. Although she didn't reach out to touch herself directly like Nami had, she had tightened her legs fiercely, trying to rub away the ache.
With a soft, breathy "Mmm," Vivi fell silent again, closing her eyes and continuing to desperately suppress her longing and the strange, burning sensations.
At that moment, beneath the water, Darian had already shifted and hugged Nami tightly from the side!
Feeling Darian's massive, completely naked body press flush against hers, holding her hands firmly, Nami felt a potent, explosive mix of anger and intense shyness. She was utterly flustered and didn't know what to do without alerting the others.
She could only stare wide-eyed at the empty air directly in front of her face, knowing that Darian's face was right there, smirking at her.
"You damn, perverted bastard... what do you want to do?!" Nami hissed in a furious, trembling whisper—so low that even she herself could hardly hear it over the splashing water.
At this moment, Nami's heart was pounding wildly against his chest. Such a thrilling, highly taboo scene had already pushed her to the absolute brink of exploding with arousal after she had just successfully brushed off Vivi's concern.
Seeing Nami desperately suppressing her anger and lust—her almond-shaped eyes wide open, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and her flushed face looking exquisitely beautiful in the steam—Darian couldn't help but lean over and press a wet kiss directly onto her cheek out of thin air.
Then he whispered mischievously, his breath tickling her earlobe, "I missed you, Nami."
"Shameless...!"
Nami's breathing became incredibly rapid, and her impressive snow-capped peaks heaved violently with a mix of anger and desire, breaking the surface of the water. The sight left Darian somewhat stunned by her beauty.
Darian once again sealed Nami's lips with his own invisible ones. Being aggressively attacked and kissed by an invisible man in a crowded room, Nami felt a chaotic, intoxicating mix of anger, overwhelming excitement, and the terrifying thrill of being caught, which forced her to weakly try and fight back.
But the moment Darian wrapped his arms fully around her waist under the water, Nami had no real chance to resist his strength.
When Darian forcibly kissed her, it became physically impossible for Nami to try and bite his tongue in retaliation, because he had subtly altered his tongue using his silicone Human Path abilities, making it too slippery and resilient to catch.
Thus, easily suppressing Nami's token physical struggles, Darian still had plenty of time and free hands beneath the soapy water to use his abilities. He sent tiny, localized jolts of electricity to shock the sensitive cherries on her snow-capped peaks, and used localized, high-frequency vibrations to relentlessly stimulate the hidden pearl in her trench.
Nami, who was already highly aroused by the passive power of the demonic pheromones in the air, was pushed entirely over the edge by Darian's direct, electrical and vibrational stimulation. In seconds, she melted completely, becoming a limp lump of compliant mud in his arms, letting out a soft, muffled whine into his mouth.
Holding Nami's yielding body tightly against him, Darian easily entered her slick garden gate beneath the water with practiced ease. He pushed forward along the narrow, familiar, and incredibly tight path, arriving deep within her core, where he began a slow, punishing rhythm, knocking relentlessly on the door leading to her womb.
For reasons unknown, perhaps due to the sheer thrill of the taboo setting, Nami was unusually tense and tight. The hidden "fight" between the two in the pool became increasingly intense and violent, causing massive ripples and splashes across the surface.
Soon, anyone with functioning eyes in the bathhouse could see that something was terribly, obviously wrong with the frantic, rhythmic splashing around Nami. They could no longer realistically hide it.
Realizing the game of stealth was over, and deciding to fully embrace the chaos he had created, Darian smiled wickedly and abruptly deactivated his optical invisibility.
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