Connected.
Mana bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Makoto.
"Commander, may I?"
Her voice was very soft, tinged with nervousness.
Mana knew that among the married women's group, she was only average in appearance.
Of course, being able to give birth to Erina meant she couldn't be ugly, but compared to the group of outrageously stunning women beside her, she did seem a bit plain.
Makoto looked at her and smiled.
"No problem. Hard work can compensate for lack of talent."
Seeing Makoto's aggressive gaze, Mana couldn't help but feel a flutter in her heart.
Thinking about it, this old field of hers hadn't been cultivated for many years.
That night.
In the hotel room.
Dim lights, an intimate atmosphere.
Members of the MILFs Team walked into the room one by one, each face showing varying degrees of nervousness and anticipation.
Sayuri was the last to enter.
She carried a large bag in her hand, a mysterious smile on her face.
"Hehehe..."
She turned the bag upside down, and with a 'clatter', emptied its contents onto the bed.
A variety of 'little toys' in different colors, styles, and uses scattered across the bed… a dazzling array, everything one could imagine.
There were handcuffs, blindfolds, whips... the most eye-catching among them was a string of items resembling candied hawthorns.
Mrs. Yuigahama and Mana looked at the items on the bed, their faces turning crimson.
"..."
Mrs. Yuigahama's voice trembled.
"Sayuri, wh-when did you buy these?"
"Just while shopping earlier."
Sayuri said with a grin, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Since no one's around, I just took them."
Makoto leaned against the headboard, watching Sayuri, and couldn't help but remark.
"Just as expected of someone who sells doujinshi with her daughter, you sure have many tricks."
"Thanks, thanks."
Sayuri gave him a flirtatious glance.
"As long as you like them, dear."
Mrs. Yuigahama and Mana exchanged a glance, both seeing the same mix of emotions in each other's eyes… nervousness, anticipation, and an indescribable...
Shyness.
After all, it had been many years since they had done this kind of thing.
Sayuri walked to the bedside, picked up a pair of handcuffs, and jingled them.
"So, who goes first?"
Early the next morning.
Inside a high-end suite of the most luxurious hotel in New Fish-Man Island.
Sunlight streamed through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the bedroom brightly.
On the bed, members of the MILFs Team lay sprawled in disarray.
The air still carried the intimate scent of last night's revelry.
Makoto, wearing nothing, sat at the desk, continuing to write and draw.
His pen moved rapidly across the paper, making a rustling sound.
Just then, Mrs. Yukinoshita approached.
Her hair was slightly messy, and her face still bore a lingering blush, clearly having just gotten out of bed.
Though her body still ached from last night's fatigue, she carried a teapot to Makoto's side and poured him a cup of steaming black tea.
"What are you writing?"
She asked softly, bringing the teacup to his lips.
Makoto took a sip of tea without looking up.
Mrs. Yukinoshita looked down and saw the paper densely filled with names—
Ayano, Yoshino, Mana, Kei, Erina, Alice...
Not only that, but next to them were also written the names of some Devil Fruits:
Soul-Soul Fruit, Float-Float Fruit, Glint-Glint Fruit, Tremor-Tremor Fruit, Press-Press Fruit...
Without exception, they were all top-tier Devil Fruits.
"I'm thinking about which Devil Fruits are suitable for you."
Makoto said, pinching Mrs. Yukinoshita.
"Now that Ai has the Dark-Dark Fruit, we can have any Devil Fruit in the world we want. Even for fruits already eaten, as long as we find the user, we can extract the soul."
He paused, put down his pen, and leaned back in his chair.
"But I don't plan on making all of you eat Devil Fruits."
Makoto had thought about this issue before.
The various Dojutsu of the Naruto World, the various magics of the Fairy Tail World, the Zanpakuto and Arrancar abilities of the Bleach World… all surpass Devil Fruits.
But many girls had limited talent. Giving them cheats that were too powerful would be wasted, so eating Devil Fruits was the only option.
Mrs. Yukinoshita nodded and said nothing.
She knew which category she belonged to.
Just then, Mrs. Yuigahama also walked over.
She wore a pink camisole nightgown, her hair tied in the same bun as her daughter's. She occasionally licked her lips, savoring the memory of the previous night.
"Makoto, would you like something to eat?"
As she asked, she couldn't help but glance downward.
'He was truly amazing last night.'
'No wonder Yui screamed so loudly every night.'
Makoto glanced at the two most famous married ladies from the [Oregairu] World flanking him.
Come to think of it, it was strange. Both had quite limited roles in the original work, yet they were incredibly popular.
One could only say, there sure are a lot of cultured people in his previous life.
Looking at the two ladies, Makoto crooked his finger, pointing downwards.
The two wives blushed, immediately understanding his meaning.
They exchanged a glance, then, one on the left and one on the right, crawled under the desk.
On the other side, in the East Blue's Windmill Village.
Located just one mountain away from the richest country in the East Blue, the Goa Kingdom, it was usually a rather peaceful little town.
Windmills turned slowly under the blue sky and white clouds, the air filled with the scent of sea breeze and grass.
At that moment, inside the village's only tavern, the owner, Makino, fidgeted as she wiped glasses.
Her hands trembled slightly.
The tavern was packed to the brim with countless pirates, the atmosphere so tense no one dared to speak.
Makino recognized many faces—
Buggy the Clown, with his red round nose blue hair.
Bounty: 15 million Belly.
Arlong the Saw, with blue skin, saw-like nose and mouth full of sharp teeth.
Bounty: 20 million Belly.
Don Krieg, with purple hair in a close military cut, golden armor, and a large cloak draped behind him.
Bounty: 17 million Belly.
All were infamous pirates of the East Blue with bounties exceeding ten million Belly.
Yet, compared to the man currently in a furious rage, these well-known pirates of the East Blue were absolutely nothing.
The New World's Overlord known as the [One of the Four Emperors and One Overlord]—
[Gun Devil] Ishigami Yu.
"F*ck your ancestors! You mother*ckers better bring me the right damn treasures! F*ck!"
Yu slammed the treasure chest in his hand hard onto the floor.
Bang!
The chest hit the wooden floor.
Yu's killing intent was piercing, like the barrel of a gun pressed against everyone's forehead.
"How the hell did you get these treasures?!"
The pirates in the tavern knelt on the ground, trembling.
The Buggy Pirates, Don Krieg Pirates, and Arlong Pirates had been forcibly brought there by Four Gay Bros and Beam. Now they huddled like lambs awaiting slaughter, not daring to lift their heads.
Yu's gaze swept over them as if inspecting trash.
He glanced at the chest on the floor and asked, "Who brought this?"
Beam calmly glanced at the chest and said, "I think it was the Buggy Pirates."
Upon hearing this, the entire Buggy Pirates changed their expressions drastically.
Buggy, kneeling at the front, looked up. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his red round nose.
His lips trembled as he tried to speak, but Yu's right arm had already transformed into a pitch-black gun barrel, aimed at his forehead.
"C-Commander... mer—"
Bang!
The gunshot rang out.
Buggy's head exploded, blood and brain matter splattering everywhere.
His body convulsed twice, then fell to the ground with a 'thud', motionless.
The tavern fell into dead silence.
The faces of the others turned deathly pale. Some were so frightened they wet their pants.
Nami, handcuffed and locked in a corner, inwardly cheered.
Her eyes were fixed intently on Arlong kneeling among the crowd… that blue-skinned fish-man, that demon who had occupied her village, killed her foster mother, and forced her into eight years of thievery.
'Kill them... kill them all...'
Nami prayed silently.
Just as Yu was about to continue his massacre, a voice he had longed for day and night came from outside the tavern: "What's all this for? Why such a big outburst?"