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Milking the Truth	By : c0p13r Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 4209 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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- 1-Milking the Truth
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            “Whoa~!” Momonosuke pressed his face to the glass, unable to help himself when he sat all the life that existed in the water! Beyond where he could ever swim again! Since eating that disgusting fruit, he’d been forbidden to swim by the sea itself. But here, he was given a chance to see beneath the surface! There were so many colors and shapes and sizes of the sea life, even different than the seafood he had tried before the coup in Wano.
            Nami enjoyed his reaction and easy-to-amaze attitude that swelled to the surface no matter how many times he insisted to be aristocratically uninterested. Even when she offered to show him around the seafaring home, he took a hardnosed stance to sit stubbornly abovedeck on the grass, folding his arm and saying that a samurai doesn’t need to see his surroundings to sense them. Kin’emon disagreed, however, and petitioned for his boy to explore. But it was Nami bowing at the waist, extending a hand of welcome to him, who got him to begrudgingly come along. The extended hand, of course, leading up the arm to big, busting breasts straining against a little top… an irresistible sight, by all accounts. They bounced and fluttered as they descended the stairs. Looking over them, she saw the little scamp peering back at her from over his shoulder; shy or discrete. She giggled shortly and put her hands on his small shoulders, leaning just slightly but enough to brush his shaved head with her scanty form-fitting top.
            “No need to be nervous, Momo-chan,” she consoled him. “There’s nothing to be scared of one the Thousand Sunny.” Aside from skeevy skeletons and idiocy, she lamented with a sidelong grimace.
            “A samurai is never afraid.” He stared ahead fixedly as they reached the bottom of the steps and put a sad end to the soft bouncing against his head. “He always keep focus.”
            Despite his bravado, the first stop alone had him gushing like the little boy he was. It was the Soldier Dock System. A shark submergible! A horse and a goat, respective boats! Nami giggled and promised that he could take a ride in the Shark Submerge III. “But if you want to see what’s underwater now…” She trailed off, pleased by the look of intrigue on his face while she bent toward him.
            Thus, they came to the aquarium bar, and Momonosuke was indeed pleased with life under the sea. He went across the whole pane before he became aware of himself and realized he was being amusing for his hostess. And so, quick to retain his dignity, he cleared his throat in his fist and said that the fish were indeed impressive. “Though the koi at Wano are superior.”
            Little did he realize that in maintaining his posturing, he only fueled Nami’s amusement. She caught him by the wrist and dragged him away from the fish tank. There was still more to see, and no doubt, he was hungry.
            The cook was fuming and bitter, but did his craft expertly. He fawned over the beautiful, buxom princess, adding theatrics to the presentation of her meal – hers was lighter and sweeter than the main course served only to the hungry youth – but was cold and threatening to the child. “Listen!” he shouted against his classy maître d’ appearance. “Nami-san is only showing you around because she is a kind goddess! Don’t you go thinking that she favors you or anything! I’m her favorite servant!” The rage frightened Momonosuke to tears.
            “Sanji,” Nami rebuked him sternly, swapping his fiery temper to his gushing adulation. “Don’t scare him before a meal! There, there!” She patted Momonosuke’s head, holding him to his breast, never minding that his small hands came up to clutch at her top. O, what a sweet, endearing lad.
            Sanji bristled, hating Momonosuke for touching the Pillows of Paradise, but also for not slipping the cloth down. Damn punk! But he did as his goddess bade, leaving the snot-nosed brat to his meal – Sanji knew that atmosphere bittered the flavor and would not want his food tainted – and went to start the dishes. It did not serve his mood to hear Momonosuke compliment the meal. The compliments of a man did not have the impact nor the melody of a woman’s.
            The meal was ending when Nami brought up Chopper. “The ship’s doctor,” she clarified when Momonosuke looked at her with a sense of confusion. “He wanted to give you an examination when you felt more comfortable on the ship.”
            And Momonosuke was looking much chipper since being given the tour. Rather than posture with “A samurai needs no examination” or something like that, he ate the last morsel – unable to let such an exemplary dish waste even a bite after so long of starving at Punk Hazard – and said “Okay” with a reserved smile. But was it the food that put him in a better, more compliant mood, or was he sweet on Nami-swan?
            Sanji just continued to wash dishes, mutter hate on the rascal and idolize Nami-swan… and Robin-chwan… That kid was up to something. As an admirer of the fairer sex, Sanji could sense ill intention no mater how deep it was. Nami-san just couldn’t see it because of her abundant kindness and mercy for children!
            But Nami may not have been as naïve as he feared. He just couldn’t acknowledge the sly, sneaky side of her; the capitalistic kleptomaniac who could even use a child for monetary gain! She laughed pleasantly when Momonosuke clutched at her hand while walking to the medical room. “There’s nothing to worry about, Momo-chan! Chopper’s the nicest, best, and meekest doctor in the New World!”
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            Kin’emon was happy for the mugs of water. He had, of course, been given preliminary meals by the ship’s cook to bring him back from the verge of starvation – now that the adrenaline ceased – but had since declined food until his boy had had his fill.
            The conversation on deck had whirled down from the heated scheme to dethrone Quixote Doflamingo and topple the Beast Pirates Captain, Kaido. Now the crew could devolve to absentminded projects, like Luffy and Usopp goofing around at the crow’s next – “Aha! I can see Dressarosa already!” lied Usopp loudly, though Luffy was entertained by the idea and looked as hard as he could to the horizon – or like Zoro setting down for his daily, four-hour naps; Trafalgar Law was likeminded, though he may have simply been meditating.
            Kin’emon finished his drink, lowered the wooden mug, and found the other attractive and risqué woman sitting across from him; across the grass, on a sunchair, not lounging but sitting forward with her chin resting lazily in her hand. The samurai pursed his lips firmly under her idle scrutiny and tried not to notice. She was not so obscene as the orange-haired lady who had been introduced in shreds rather than clothes, but leaning in such a way, the low top brandished her busty assets, gravity pushing them down against the cloth. So much lewdness between only two women!
            He noticed her, no matter how much he tried to pretend not to. She smiled quaintly. Even men of his age acted like children. And a desperate refugee from a closed off nation, he’d be an easy mark for just about anyone who knew how to ask the right questions.
            “You and your son,” she began, picking her head up from her hand, not to sit up straight but to cross her forearms over her knee like a panther idling. “You’re from Wano.”
            “Hmph! Yes!” Kin’emon proclaimed with a stiff posture of tightly-crossed limbs, his proud chin turning upward. “We’ve traveled the perilousness of the world beyond Wano’s border, shouldering enormous responsibility that cannot be spoken!” He gave a short, stern nod. “Yes, this secret must be maintained. I am truly grateful and indebted to your pirates, but I cannot share this secret.”
            Robin could respect that. He and his son were a bit clumsy amidst scallywags and vagrants, but Kin’emon seemed unlikely to actually unveil his hidden objectives and origins. But… She had heard stories whilst in the Revolutionary Army. Not anything significant, but they kept their ears to the ground, and there was some stuff said about Wano – a certain stop for the Straw Hats after reconvening in two years – that interested her; information about wandering samurai along with a missing prince. She wasn’t sure she had all the pieces to solve this puzzle, but that wasn’t what she wanted to solve. Her interest was the story the Poneglyphs, and Wano was certain to have a crucial one.
            Her breasts smooshed together between her arms as she leaned heavier on her knees. Her shirt crinkled, but still kept true to the shape of her tits and crease of her cleavage. Kin’emon’s shrewd eye glinted at the obscene provocation of her outfit. “And,” Robin began with a soft pause, “how long have you been at sea?”
            She’d prod him for what she could, and then bring it to an easier target to exploit.
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            “I am Doctor Chopper! And this is a serious examination!” Chopper deepened his voice to assume some sort of command, but just seemed even more like an adorable mascot than ever behind that crummy mustache that he thought would make him seem more grown up and friendly while also authoritative to the guest of the Thousand Sunny.
            Nami saw the antics as more exasperating, undermining how she tried to build him up as a kind professional. Even worse was when his mustache slipped and he scrambled to right it on his blue nose.
            Of course, as a child, Momonosuke was at first confounded by this practice of this pseudo-raccoon, but quickly began to enjoy the theatrics with a burst of laughter. At least he could smile, Nami decided pleasantly; and maybe it was part of Chopper’s – who was prone to the influence of other’s opinion of him – method to put youngsters at ease. Perhaps it was. Chopper was never this clumsy during usual physicals. Nami could attest to that. He was always concise and had sure hands… or hooves. Either way, he was not known to bumble, but it kept Momonosuke laughing and compliant.
            The stethoscope listened to Momonosuke’s heartbeat and checked if there was fluid in the lungs. The samurai boy seemed even smaller when his robes were drooping from his shoulders; a large, round head somehow balancing on a twiggy neck and puny body. When disrobing, his eyes had darted to Nami frequently, and he’d put on a brave face. Cute… When his humor seemed to sour for that moment, she had anticipated him to speak conservatively about the do’s and don’t’s of samurai custom. But he didn’t, surprisingly. He just seemed skittish and well aware of his undress in front of her. That was good; a good sign that he was growing more and more comfortable around the Straw Hats.
            Chopper disengaged the stethoscope from his ears and hung it around his neck. With a deep, thoughtful “Hmm!” and a nodding head and folded arms, he almost seemed he could be taken seriously when giving an almost-outstanding bill of health. “There doesn’t seem to be any lasting effects from the extreme conditions of Punk Hazard,” he announced, and then lost the severity of his tone when his mustache slipped again. Yelping, he hastened to realign it over his mouth. When it was back in place, he cleared his throat while Nami muttered almost inaudibly, “Just take it off already…” “Malnutrition seems to be the only real cause for concern. But Sanji is already prepared to make your meals rich in proper nutrition! What I’d recommend next is…”
            “How about a bath?”
            The sultry, melodious voice came from the doorway, turning three heads simultaneously. Nico Robin was there, creeping a hand up along the doorframe to lean casually into its structure. Her breasts were big, like the beautiful, tangerine-haired princess’, and her body was as supple as an hourglass. Momonosuke looked at her.
            “A-hem!” Chopper coughed loudly in his fisted hoof and said, “Just as I was about to prescribe. A bath would do well for someone’s health after staying in a pit for so long: mentally and physically.”
            “I was just thinking the same thing,” Robin said with a sweet smile to the reindeer, and then addressed the boy ambling his arms back into his robes. “You are lucky to have such a wise doctor. The doctors I have met these past years were coarse and cold. Chopper, you’ve gotten better with your practice, I see.”
            A halfhearted and shallow compliment that anyone could see through – though she was always sincere to the dear deer doctor =D – Chopper immediately turned to mush, waving his arms in one direction and never minding the slip of his mustache. “Don’t-don’t think I can get so easily flattered by such dumb compliments, you dummy~”
            Thank goodness her cute Chopper was back and Franky was not inhabiting his body…
            Satisfied with that reassurance – all being right in the Straw Hats for now – Robin looked to Momonosuke’s former guide. “You don’t mind, right? If I take him to the bath?”
            Nami paused a moment, arms crossed under and pushing up against her bosom, puffing them like they needed the accentuation. “Not at all!” she answered, beaming in an instant and cocking her head to the side.
            Robin, in her own way, mimicked her gesture and said, “Wonderful.”
            Momonosuke did not seem to mind being passed from one woman to another. He simply hopped off the stool while the doctor continued to gush over the compliment the darkhaired beauty had spoken to him. It would be unworthy of a princeling to simply overlook being watched earlier. He stood in front of Nami and bow mechanically and deeply, and said loudly and with boiling sincerity, “Thank you for watching over me, beautiful princess!”
            At the title, Nami was enveloped in a bubbly aura of delight before dropping to her knees to pull him into a deep hug, smothering him effectively with her fleshy pillows. “Now, now!” she gushed in a very Chopper-like way. “It’s not a good idea to be so honest all the time!”
            As the two gave in to a fluffy farewell, Robin carefully observed the mannerisms of the boy. Hmm… His little arms certainly couldn’t encircle Nami, least of all at her bust… Yet he didn’t even muster a hug, coming up short so his hands were at her bosoms, supporting them and keeping them from suffocating him as he nuzzled Nami back and forth with a harmless smile…
            Robin’s fingers drifted along her chin thoughtfully. Such a sweet and naïve child…
            When Momonosuke slipped from Nami’s passionate embrace, Robin extended a hand to him and started to lead him, ignoring that Nami looked after them with a mischievous glint in her eye and a wry smirk.
            Momonosuke-kun was in stride with Robin; she even offered her hand when he began to fall behind with his shorter legs and slowed her pace for him. Still though, he seemed to snag. Her cheeks rolled smoothly against one another despite the mindfulness of her steps. Her hips sashayed, pumping out to each side significantly, hypnotically.
            The boy cozied up to her, clutching her hand to his chest with both of his, and set his head against her plush rump. Robin was happy that he was comfortable enough to be consoled by contact. She let him cuddle with her hand and press a cheek to her bottom. He’d be even more relaxed in the bath.
            “It’s right up here,” Robin said cheerily, like a typical presenter when they got to the way leading to the bathroom.
            Momonosuke looked up the ladder. It wasn’t too high at all, nor did it seem unsafe or scary; even the color and design seemed mute and pleasant. And he had done many perilous things since setting out from Wano… but even still…
            He pursed his lips as his chin quivered, his eyes becoming fretful. His hands trembled, his whole stance conveying what he would not say: I’m scared.
            And Robin wasn’t about to force him to face this discomfort. Instead, she giggled a little and bent partway to him, holding her knees, which fluffed her cleavage. “How about I go first?”
            This immediately seemed to steel Momonosuke’s nerve, despite the lingering sense of kidlike worry. But he said, “If you insist”, and stepped aside for her to start the climb. She caught the closest rung, gave Momonosuke another soft smile, and began to climb. And from below, Momonosuke watched intently; her going higher and higher until he scurried to follow, not paying as much attention to the ladder as he was staring straight up.
            The sashay, side to side strokes of the hips, accentuated by her high-riding shorts under her fluttering dress shirt. The view would have catapulted Sanji from the ladder and across the bow of the Thousand Sunny on a bloody nose. Momonosuke’s head tilted back to follow, his body on autopilot, climbing handle by handle in step with Orobin until she disappeared over the top. At that point, he rushed, scrambling up and climbing onto the stage of the bathroom level.
            Robin was pointed to the door where billows of welcoming steam drifted freely, but she turned to the guest from Wano and reached back to him. “This will be good for you,” she said reassuringly. Momonosuke nodded once in agreement and took her hand. Though the room was warm, he was trembling; Robin felt it through his hand and said again that there was nothing to be afraid of on this ship.
            “I am not afraid,” he refuted softly, the door being closed behind him by Orobin.
            Adorable, young pride; Robin was enthralled by it, as she was by any small, unthreatening creature that had more pride than deserved. So unthreatened by him, she felt nothing but elation when she slid the shoulder strap off her arm, one after the other. The boy looked up at her, as if for comfort; the big round eyes above a forcibly-pursed mouth, watching as she carefully slipped her top over – which was a stress for the cloth – and down, her bare breasts free, as she rarely wore a bra; so hard to find suitable fittings for her expansive bust, and unnecessary when hefted with vitality. After clearing her breasts, the top dropped easily until hitching on the equal breadth of her hips. But Momonsouke’s gaze had yet to move on from her I-cups. Heavy, soft, high, round, big! You could rest your head on them and dream sweetly of wonderful pleasures for a century! The warmth of the steam relaxed her nipples, currently flat dusky-brown discs on full, pale globes.
            But Robin paid no mind to his interest in them. She merely hooked her thumbs on either side of her lowered clothing, shirt and shorts, and began to wiggle out of them. Bending just slightly put her tits in motion, dangling supplely in a small, pendulous movement. She descended her clothes to her knees before elegantly stepping out of them, as if the floor would tarnish the clothing forever. And then she straightened, and her breasts bounced softly, and her hands folded the clothes. Nothing but naked. “Your turn, Momonosuke-kun,” she said with a gentle tilt of her head and a warm smile.
            His hands dumbly found the folds of his ratty kimono. He then looked down, his skinny chest mostly exposed. He was not so impressive as the buxom Orobin, not in the scope of a man anyway. The feast for the eyes was the feminine form. It shielded him from scrutiny, and hesitation would only rouse suspicion. Idiots like the cook and skeleton never got what they wanted because they were so bland about it.
            “Mm!” affirmed the boy with a nod, and heedlessly disrobed. His kimono dropped heavily, stirring a puff of settled dirt from the robes. He looked a bit malnourished; Sanji thankfully knew the diet necessary to start putting a healthy amount of meat on those bones quickly. The fundoshi went next.
            Expectedly, he had an erection. A small thing, barely larger than her pinky finger, but it was there and swung up when finally unveiled. Showing it to her was a risk, but the risk of hesitation would make it seem like he was aware of it, aware of what it was and what impure thoughts were swirling in his mind. If addressed, he could feign innocence. That was the difference between him and the run-of-the-mill perverts infesting the seas of the world.
            And Orobin didn’t make a single hint of noticing or caring about its presence. Once he was naked, she just cocked her head and smiled pleasingly. “Ready?” She opened the door to the bath.
            It was splendid and luxurious. The child could say he was very pleased with the accommodations. For a band of pirates – lesser than the noble samurai – they knew craftsmanship and simple pleasures. Sidelong, as if breaking through to some exterior reality, the boy looked off with a secretive lewd smile. He was more or less eyelevel with leading cheeks that wiggled and flowed supplely together. They were nice halfmoons, mostly pale but for a glowing pink flush. He was following so close – his feet betraying his methodical restraint – that he almost faceplanted in the divide between them when she stopped; not suddenly, but Momonosuke had lost all sense of how close they had gone to the wall with the showerhead, to rinse prior to enjoying the bath of natural spring water.
            Robin hadn’t addressed his nearness and the brief panic when she stopped. He hopped back, recreating the respectful distance between their naked bodies. His little prick hadn’t lost a single bit of its vitality, wagging stiffly when he eagerly stepped back. When she turned to him, a hand waved to the showerhead while her bosoms rocked together gently. “Here first, Momonosuke-kun. Please take a seat.”
            He obeyed with the usual grunt and nod. He took a seat on the small stool, and she knelt down, turning the knobs of the faucet to get a good temperature for the flow. She tested by spraying at her wrist, and then looked at him with a “Ready?” She began to wash him, starting from the head, over and under his arms, shoulders, torso, legs and groin. He imagined she would inevitably address the erection, but she continued her silence on it, even though she had put the water directly on it. The foreskin pulled back only slightly, revealing the pink head hidden within. He noted that the atmosphere of the humid bathroom had perked up the dormant brown nipples of her breasts; plumped fully to firm buds. Momonosuke sucked his lips in, trying not to be caught ogling, though such a large bust on such display demanded to be beheld and lusted for.
            “I was talking to your father,” Orobin suddenly said, setting back the showerhead in its holster after a quick onceover of herself; her nipples tightened more. “It seems like the two of you have been through a lot. Yet you survived for so long.”
            Momonosuke nodded with a subtle show of pride slipping past his otherwise tight lips. “It cost us much to endure the treacheries of the sea and of pirates, but Wano certainly produced the most hardy of warriors.”
            “I see.” Orobin took up a bottle from beneath the showerhead and poured a good amount of its contents onto her palm. Setting the bottle back, she scrubbed her hands, made a lather, and applied it to Momonosuke’s head. “There. Do you feel better now?”
            “Mm! I am quite content!” he declared, stately. He was staring down two voluptuous breasts, wet and moving smoothing against one another between her scrubbing hands while being cleaned – like a noble should be. Though perhaps even the greatest shogun of Wano had never had a view this good! He could hardly contain giggling excitedly while watching them press together like this! He didn’t even wince when some of the shampoo seeped into the corner of his eye.
            “He didn’t seem to know much about the passing of Whitebeard or even the Paramount War. He must be very devoted indeed to his son to miss such news.” She reached carefully with her thumb and cleared the edge of his eye of soap. “I don’t suppose you would remember anything. Though I would assume you remember Ace?”
            Distracted as he seemed, there was no denying the clear look of confusion, a loss for words, pure ignorance. So when he resolutely nodded with a grunt, Robin felt satisfied, like the interrogation was justified. That did not mean she found the boy any less adorable – cute things always were cutest in their hardest endeavors – but the Poneglyphs were not found by those who could not be intrusive.
            “It is an… unclear memory,” Momonosuke clarified, looking flushed in his lie. The lie itself was shameful, but Kin’emon had been very adamant about their secrecy. Do not lie; simply do not speak of it! Resolutely, he chose to snap his mouth shut, turn his head, and say that he did not want to speak of the past. “I must stay focused on what is ahead of me”—He peeped what was certainly ahead of him to whet his carnal appetites—“before I can fix was is in the past! Hmph!”
            “Oh?” Robin’s head tilted one way. “Could it be… there is something you are trying to hide from me?”
            “Not at all!” Momonosuke crossed his arms, the pursed-up look on his face belying his commitment.
            His reaction seemed to please her. A soft laugh hummed behind her smiling lips. Bringing back her sudsy hands, she skipped past the topic and said to him, “I’ll wash your back now.”
            He took a moment to eye her, and then turned around without a word, presenting his back to her. How amusing. A warrior would not readily show their back like this. She pressed her palms onto his shoulder blades and began to scrub him. The dirt smudges washed away, with some spots being more stubborn for his prolonged stay in Punk Hazard’s waste pile, but she kneaded it all away.
            She was going around his ribs, stroking to his front, when she spoke again. “I’ve heard how guarded Wano secures not only its borders,” she mused, “but I wonder if access to ancient artifacts are also guarded within. Heh. I’d imagine the shogun of the land would be the only one permitted to those treasures.”
            The coddling of his middle melted Momonosuke’s resolve. He squirmed a little as her fingers traced the gentle grooves of his ribs, also bumping his nipples and softly scraped her nails down his front. The warnings of Kin’emon became blurred. “Y-yes, that’s true,” he said, remembering just vaguely being introduced to the legacy of Wano at an age when he was carried everywhere rather than being able to walk.
            Suddenly, he felt her press unto him from behind, as if intentionally! Her breasts shoved into the back of his head. O they were so soft. The stubble of his head affronted the tender softness of her hefty bosoms. His topknot rested in her cleavage, but he wished the globes would rest upon the top of his head. He’d giggle and guffaw, leering up with a perverted grin, while Orobin gently asked if he was alright and would say “I hope they’re not too heavy for you, Momo-chan~♥.”
            “Not at all~” he would gush in return.
            In reality, however, Robin just maintained her washing off him, rubbing his back to his front. She puffed her massive melons up against the back of his head, her brown nipples just barely peeking out from the back of his round head. “Then I would assume Kin’emon showed you some important artifacts,” she cooed thoughtfully. Her hands methodically drifted and swept near the upper part of his narrow pelvis.
            “Mm-mm,” he answered, shaking his head dreamily, more to coddle the twin globes than answer. “Dad did.” It slipped out like silk ran through fingers. He didn’t care that he put a crack in the wall of lies shielding him and Kin’emon’s true identity.
            A wry smile…
            “How nice,” she said, and with the clue given, she slipped a hand inward and seized the little organ she had slowly approached. Her hand covered his cock completely, despite how elegant her grip was.
            The sudden squeeze of his member jerked Momonosuke from relishing the breasts molding against his head. His arms jolted outward; legs likewise. He almost wasn’t sure it had happened, or that it was some mistake! Suds leaked out from the constricted gaps between her fingers. When she did not let go after the first few seconds, he realized that this was entirely deliberate. “What’s the meaning of this?!”
            “You’ve been so tense. Even before your kimono came off”—She half-giggled at his embarrassed blubber—“you haven’t relaxed. So…” She began to stroke him, her hand passing with hot ease over his little erection. Slow, she restrained his pleasure, though her free hand continued to rub at his soapy body to inflict an immeasurable delight to his inexperienced brain. Only once did she loosen from around; only for the moment it took for her to peel back his tight foreskin and unveil the bulbous pink head underneath. So cute, she thought with a cute flush of her own as she peered down from over him. She linked her middle finger and thumb in a secure ring halfway down his three-inch penis and stroked quickly.
            “No!” he objected, shaking his head back and forth once. “If you-if you do that…!” But the pleasure had mounted and overwhelmed him before anything could be done about the intense sensation could be thwarted! He feared he was about to commit some obscenity, something that would render his topknot void. His sac pulled up tighter to his body, strong pulsations drawing from them, shooting up his short tract to blow out ahead of him; strong, wet bullets of white streaked across the bathroom floor.
            Momonosuke’s eyes were wide in shock; shock from the body-locking sensation and shock from the copious strange discharge still churning up from the small hole of his penis’ tip. Orobin’s gracious fingers constricted like a snake’s coils, flexing to regulate the white goo that continued to froth in weaker shots that ran back down over his head and shaft. She didn’t seem to mind it when it dripped onto her hand, continuing to massage his loosening erection until the warm spurts were all used up.
            The wavering boy seethed, curling just a little before exhaling loudly and going limp. Orobin’s huge breasts pillowed his head as he fell back, yet he hadn’t the sense to appreciate their flowy wobble. His hands dropped and touched on her thighs; another opportunity to revel missed.
            Orobin made a noise of pleased contemplation. “You’ve been pent up for some time.” She unlocked around his half-flagged three inches. From her hand dangled two low hanging pearls, held out so that Momonosuke could also see what had come from him. “But at your age,” she continued, now drawing the hand closer for her own inspection. She considered, for a ponderous moment, the value of this seed – if her growing (almost confirmed) suspicions were true. Waste naught; she lapped up the globules of cum and gingerly swallowed it all down.
            Momonosuke watched the pale beauty sup up his… whatever it was… with a great deal of trepidation. Something about the act seemed so lewd, wrong, intoxicating. He couldn’t bring himself to utter a single thing other than “Orobin.”
            Cleaning her hand with heavy licks, Robin gulped all down everything in her mouth before grinning down at him and licking the corner of her mouth. She cocked her head slightly and said, “It was good.”
            Momonosuke’s mouth shut tight and quivered. Hot lava in his belly, heating everywhere.
            “But…” She moved to stand up, never minding how exposed she was. From her direction, he had expected that she was retrieving the showerhead again, to rinse him off and clean where he felt soiled. Instead, she went to the wall itself, leaning her front against it, tits squeezed between it and her sternum. Her butt jutted out, legs open slightly so that he could see just what she was offering him.
            Like her bust, the cheeks of her ass were plump and round; soft by appearance alone, easily spread and brandishing the little hole just above the slit of her sex. Hers seemed no different than Momonosuke’s: liberated of hair to leave smooth, inviting flesh around a moist entrance.
            “For you, a samurai,” she goaded in an alluring sort of way, looking back over her shoulder with those come-hither blue eyes, “your enthusiasm should not be spent.”
            There was a muddle in his understanding of her subtlety, but to her, he couldn’t resist her rump facing him. For all his perversions, this was a little much for his inexperienced understanding! He had been pent up, as she had observed from the load strewn out before them, not having any idea what to do with the little erection that always felt so uncomfortable in his fundoshi, though he enjoyed baiting it when unsuspecting women were available. Kin’emon had pontificated the unworthiness of indulging these urges – especially a child of an honorable, revered family – but Orobin made a more convincing argument simply by pushing out her backside and presenting the pink lips between her thighs.
            But despite his yield to cooperation, he remained seated. He didn’t know what she wanted of him. That big, doe-eyed look of his, gaping mouth, and his cock already jutting out again…
            So cute…
            “Come over here,” she sweetly instructed with a hand extended to him partway. He, of course, gestated; so eager to watch, but hesitant to play. Ultimately, he willed himself up, his knees buckling a little, and he was embarrassed about his erection. So quickly, it had started to soften, but returned to a firm rod when he saw her lulling stride to the wall. She was such a luscious feast for the eyes.
            He shuffled over to her, eyes down and hands clasped protectively over his penis. He was a small distance from her, but still directly behind. From there, he could not help himself. His eyes began to crawl up from her feet, calves, the back of her knees, and strong thighs. He swallowed and swooned when he got to ogling her pussy, asshole, and wide cheeks. The perverted appreciation of filled-out women made blood rush to his head, yet his erection demanded a greedy supply to keep, which left him lightheaded and woozy. He throbbed behind his hands, and he felt a subtle version of… whatever it was… that Orobin drew out from him.
            So cute… His hesitation had turned that cute, unintimidating scowl of his into a cuter look of uncertain desire.
            “Are you nervous?” she asked. She reached back and separated a cheek to better expose the intimate parts. Her puffy lips opened somewhat, revealing the tight hole leading up to her womb. “Don’t be, Momonosuke-kun.” A hand and arm sprouted from her lifted buttock and hooked around his head, drawing him in gradually. “Just use your tongue”—She blinked sweetly—“I won’t mind.”
            Maybe there could have been some resistance in his heart from his own insecurity, but Orobin guiding him was an affirming gesture. He, whenever possible, had shoved his face in women’s chests; this was a new cleavage. The plump cheeks of her ass were firmer, squeezing his face in between them, but there was also the scent, the aroma of woman that was not sweet and inviting as their chest, but still so intoxicating. Use my tongue? The pink split was drenched and coated his lips and filled his nostrils. That heady feeling was back. Use his tongue? He obeyed and flourished his tongue. At once, he was greeted with the unique, sweet and sticky flavor of a woman’s wet cunt, as well as the smooth texture of the slick lips.
            “Mmm!” He made a sound of joyful surprise and surged against Orobin’s cleft to collect more of the exotic taste. A woman! A woman!! His bold tongue swept down, unintentionally probing her clit with the end swath – which brought a delighted shudder to the buxom woman – and dragged back up again with an appreciative moan. His hands leapt up, abandoning his conservation, and hiked up her buttocks and helped spread her pussy for his eagerly inquisitive tongue.
            “Very good,” she goaded him, catching him by the top of his head – her Hana-Hana arm disappeared the moment his tongue slipped between her pussy lips. “You’re doing very good, Momonosule-kun.”
            Encouraged by her arousing approval, Momonosuke pressed more against her mound and stuck his tongue as far as he could up her hole, slobbering out her Wano-approved name while the cozy tunnel barred too deep of an intrusion. A man would have been enticed by the prospect of such an unyielding channel; the boy Momonosuke found it frustrating not to lick deeper.
            Of course, there was more available to explore, though it was doubtful he’d figure it on his own; Robin, on the other hand, was quite partial to playing with the other hole. “Would you like to try here? You might enjoy it just as well.”
            But Momonosuke had immediate reservations when her posterior lowered while his chin was tilted, aiming the line of his tongue to a more exclusive hole. Then again, he had not thought that chowing down on a woman’s private parts was appropriate… There were conflicting arguments, but won out in the end was… Orobin was a beautiful woman, so whatever she said was right. He withheld judgment and carefully extended his tongue to the puckered hole.
            It didn’t take more than that one lick to convince him that there might not have been any reason to question the act. He licked tentatively, but grew bolder and bolder, soon circling the ring and pressing dead-on center. Of course, he could not resist also dipping down to the first course and sampling the essence spilling out of her snatch.
            Robin sighed and eased into the wall. The boy was not entirely methodical, his tongue jumping around at a whim, never committing to one spot, yet still vigorously lapping at her. She mostly enjoyed the attention he gave her ass, molesting her while prodding at the tight hole with clear intent. When she eased her own fingers up there, she met some resistance; Momonosuke-kun’s wild tongue was not up to the task. The effort, regardless, stimulated her and coaxed her to bring her fingers to task, rubbing in gentle circles at the nub he had only incidentally touched in his reckless floundering. She tickled her eager clit – a subtle but prominent mark for him to have missed, but he was naïve – and found it so wanting. He’d probably commit to her asshole and pussy until Dressrosa was in sight. But he needed rest. The vitality of youth had him sticking straight up again, so she needn’t concern herself with preamble. She’d wear him out, and while that would promise a good rest for his weary body, it’d also make him susceptible to interrogation regarding Wano, poneglyphs, and the truth of his origins…
            Wedging him out from between her ass cheeks took a bit more convincing than one would first assume, given his initial unease. She pulled away, but he gave chase with ravenous drooling; she yielded briefly to let his floundering tongue taste her asshole, but had to deny him further access. His eyes were cracked with madness and his mouth drooled with need for her. The perversion within – not hidden deep – had broken to the surface; not that it ruined Robin’s impression of him. Small, meek things were just cute.
            “Just wait,” she said when his imploring eyes looked up at her, the depravity switched to infantile helplessness. She turned around to face him – her tits knocked together gently as she bowed partly – and reached for his small dick. She stroked him, which locked him up all around, expecting her to do… whatever it was… that she had done before, that had cause that painful tension to unleash it gooey projectiles. “We’ll take care of this first, Momonosuke-kun.”
            “O-okay,” stammered the boy with a jerky nod. He gave appropriate appreciation to her bountiful chest – who could not? – and licked the lingering flavor on his lips. He could imagine that she’d put him to her chest now. He might’ve had a keenness to her nether regions from sheer instinct, but he was always an admirer of tits! Big, heavy, round breasts like the lovely women pirates on this ship! As far as he knew, they weren’t aware of him perving on them discretely. The orange-haired princess didn’t seem to notice his plotting to exploit her chest at every chance. Hers squished up against the aquarium glass… It was not coincidence that he had gone to the other side to ogle them flattening on the transparent surface.
            The cook was a novice pervert, Momonosuke denounced him contemptuously!
            Orobin did not bring him up to her chest as if to nurse him to her bosoms. Instead, she found a clear patch of wet – but warm – floor and lied down on her front. It would be uncomfortable to put her full weight upon her chest; she was propped up on her elbows while her breasts settled and flattened on the smooth tile of the bathroom. She split her legs leisurely, just enough room to accommodate some small figure who wanted to snuggle close.
            Once again, Momonosuke stood aside with no clue what to do – though the spittle forming at the corner of his gawking mouth hinted that he hadn’t had enough of tasting her – but she was not beyond coaching him. “Lie down on top of me,” she told him from over her shoulder, and waited to see what he would make of the guidance. His naivete did not disappoint. He skittered over, eyed up the length of her exposed body like a buffet where her ass and pussy were certainly the table of sweets!
            Lying atop a woman wasn’t bad. It was downright wonderful! They were so smooth, and the humidity had left a glossy sheen on Orobin’s pale body. How adorable of him to lie on her back, sighing in rapture as he rubbed his flushed face between her shoulder blades. He pressed his body down on her; she felt his hard penis trapped between them, and with some grinding to her tailbone, he’d probably squirt and make a mess.
            Hands sprouted up around Momonosuke. He was hardly aware of them until they caught him, six in all, and moved him like the legs of a centipede to where she intended him. So he wound up slanted over the bust of her butt, leaning his cock between ass and pussy.
            “Here,” said the woman, and used her real hand to guide him. “Put it here, Momonosuke-kun.”
            His breath hitched when Orobin shifted her hips a little, maneuvered his rigid penis to the slot of her sex, and slowly eased him in. His saliva was little help in lubrication; she was already so drenched that he could have gone in without preparation! The hole was very tight, but malleable to the puncture of his dick. He pushed the walls aside – though he was small – and jerked forward with a wail of impulse. He sunk all of himself in with that involuntary spasm. His cock was already twitching even before lining him up with her pussy, before touching him. The moment he was enveloped in that moist warmth of her, he finished. He was inside her, and then he came. Instinctively, his little body pumped and undulated, particularly his hips, spreading his seed inside of her.
            Robin wasn’t entirely surprised. Though she had taken his initial load by hand, he was erect almost immediately after and had sustained it for a while before getting any attention. And having been denied the presence of a man for a while, her pussy was more suited to her fingers, which were about at narrow and long as his dick. So she hugged him welcomingly with her walls and received his hefty gift.
            It seemed that this second release was no less potent than the first. Her tight walls prevented a deep sowing, but he was gushing back out with the great volume, belying the small sac drawn up against his pelvis. The samurai breathed raggedly, mingling with pitiful, droning, or loud moans as he endured the amazing donation warming her inside to out.
            All the while in his throes of ecstasy, Robin watched him with a merest tint of pink; from admiring his cuteness as well as the feeling of her pussy being seared by his young cum. She had expected him to creampie her, unaware of the procedure of pulling out nor having the will to evacuate in time. What she had not expected was him going into motion after a deadening lull. He had slowed down his flailing above her butt and had come to a full, limp stop, breathless and sated. She was just about to commend his efforts – though he had done no more than stuff himself in and cum – when his hands clutched at her waist with invigorated strength, and his hips beginning to rock into her cleft again. They weren’t the strong, meticulous thrusts of a man, but Momonosuke-kun’s hips were passionate. He smacked against her, her butt bouncing a little from his ferocity. He suffered a few slips when his strokes pulled too far out, but he scrambled back into her after a yelp of desperation.
            “My,” Robin cooed, touching her cheek with a hand as more color filled them. “I didn’t think you’d have such energy, Momonosuke-kun. I’m”—A quick, soft hitch interrupted her—“a little envious of your youth.”
            Momonosuke’s head was bowed, his face screwed up in true effort. Sweat had broken out across his broad brow. “I…!” He kept on slapping her ass with his pelvis, wishing to go even deeper. “I am deeply appreciative…! Uhn-uhn! Urghn!... of you taking care of me…! Uhn! Orobin!”
            He wouldn’t last long. They both knew it. Even after cumming twice before, his pleasure had built up regardless of satiation. Robin just enjoyed the ride, his body bucking against hers in a desperate effort. What neither of them could guess was that they were soon to have a guest.
            Tired of the idiocy happening on the deck, and sickened by being in mere proximity of Caesar, Nami had thought that the bath that Robin had taken Momo-chan to was a good idea. The boy was an adorable, respectful sort, something of a fresh breath of air from the audacious morons of her crew; and it didn’t hurt that he was flattering. Chopper was cute as a mascot or a plush animal, but he certainly didn’t woo her like Momo-chan.
            “He should be careful about being so honest,” Nami snickered to herself as she prepared to undress. “People could take advantage of him. Hee-hee!” Her HEAT shirt was lifted halfway up her breasts; their swollen undersides exposed and ready to burst free from hitching on the hem of her top. But then she paused. The bathroom should be the one room of solidarity and serenity, and yet she could distinctly hear the noises of grunts and groanings. Was someone injured? Or being hurt? Nami had to put her shirt back down to investigate. Sanji-kun had to learn the lesson of peeking, and it was usually a painful, expensive – but well-worth-it – experience. Could Robin have actually found and dealt with him? She was usually so placid but careful. He’d never gotten so much as a glimpse of her underwear!
            So Nami decided to peek inside. All seemed normal and in place, so there were no signs of a scuffle. No signs of anything… but debauchery! There lay naked Robin on the floor, clearly awake and aware of the little tyke mounted on her rump, enthusiastically throwing his hips to her juncture. No way to mistake it for anything other than…!
            “Robin!” Nami cried out before she could think better of it, and clapped a hand over her mouth. Her eyes had gone wide as she realized her mistake. She could have just slunk away, leave the two to their infidelity, and act like she was none the wiser – though she’d likely exploit it for money or favor if Robin ever crossed her.
            At once, both participants still and looked to the door. Momo-chan already looked aghast and pale; Robin didn’t seem fazed at all. In fact, for Nami, she maintained her pleasant smile. “Nami, you’re here. Have you come to join us?”
            Nami outright stuttered. The door was opened wider, though not by intention. The intrusive navigator waved both hands out in front of her and said, “N-no, not at all! Well, I did, but…!” Her chestnut eyes addressed the boy with handfuls of Robin’s butt and his hips tucked tightly to the apex of Robin’s thighs. How exactly was Nami supposed to respond to this?! She was quick on her feet with men, because men were stupid! She could flash some cleavage and they’d be downed! Momo-chan might have succumbed, but Robin would deride her lewdness.
            “Well,” she finally laughed – a very forced effort – and rubbed the back of her head, “I can see you two are very busy! So I’ll-I’ll let you finish and”—She chastised herself for such brazen offhandedness—“I’ll see you after!”
            The door slammed and retreating footsteps chased out to the ladder.
            Momonosuke and Robin were alone again. The interlude was a thrilling interruption – for the boy more than the woman – but he had to ask if it was okay to continue. Robin consented back to him with a nod. “She’s a little shy. Like you, Momonosuke-kun.” She tickled his cheek and chin with a sweep of her hand. “Carry on if you’d like.”
            She was sure he would.
            And he did. Even with Onami’s sudden intrusion, his cock had stayed resilient inside Orobin! He was throbbing and twitching and he imagined this training – whatever it was – was making him stronger! His cock certainly had never felt this big or this hard before. A part of him wished Onami would have stayed, to bear witness his plundering of beautiful Orobin and the final score of his cock. He was afraid of criticism, but imagined that the wonderful princess with orange hair would praise his efforts regardless.
            The goo inside of her that he had left made vulgar splat!splat!splat! noises as he went in. It also helped him in, like each push was a slip all the way he could fill. It tickled him and encouraged him to plant more inside her. And this, this was to be the grandest! O Orobin! O Onami! He revered the beautiful, luscious women aboard and prayed the gods would continue to bless him after such travesties he’d suffered!
            When Orobin made a noise of delight, he was undone. She’d been mostly humming single notes of pleasure throughout – which was enough to entice him – but when an actual moan strung from her lips to his ear, he came. He shouted out loud “Orobin!” and was certain that Onami had not gotten far enough not to hear his exclamation. Once again, he spilled over inside Robin, and she opened her legs just a bit more to harbor him deeper within. Arms sprouted out of the floor behind him to shove on his buttocks, keeping him firmly sealed so that no precious seed could be lost. It roiled up within her, coursed through the narrowness of her channel and welled up against her supping cervix. Her womb drank him in, microscopic tadpoles on the hunt for fertile grounds.
            This time, Momonosuke did not lift back up when he dropped on her back again. She might not have cum, but his release would not be voided from her and would instead act as a catalyst when she saw to her own needs later.
            “That was quite a feat, Momonosuke-kun,” she congratulated him, petting his head. He was dead-eyed; they had rolled to the back of his head and it could almost be said that his spirit was seeping out of his mouth drooling on the small of her back. “You’d impress your father with such dedication.”
            He just droned in response.
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            “I cannot allow it! Graverobbing such a sacred site! How come you by the revered sword Shusui?! Return it, vagabond!”
            “It wasn’t me who took it! It was spoils of combat!” argued Zoro, not wanting to cross blades over such a ridiculous fight. Kin’emon wouldn’t listen to reason. The Wano people were so stubborn as well as stupid!
            The petty squabble was ended, however, by the declaration of dinner. “What’s for dinner?” drooled the Strawhat captain. To which, the answer was ‘pizza’.
            “Peeda? A true delight to have!” declared Kin’emon, all but forgetting the issue of Zoro and the sword of the great Ryuma. He looked around briefly. “I do not see Momonsouke around. Has he gone to bed already?”
            “Oh.” Nami had just walked on deck. The mention of the boy made her blush and her eyes veer off to the side. “He’s… he’s in the bath with Robin.” She should not have said that.
            “HUH?!” The pervert trio banded together! Sanji, Brooke, Kin’emon, as a single-minded unit, charged throughout the Thousand Sunny; the latter didn’t even know the area well, yet kept in stride with the two pirates by sheer instinct. They came upon the hallowed bathroom… just in time.
            Robin, dressed in a towel wrapped securely around her, carried a content-looking boy in her arms. Both shimmered clean and well. Nami – who had not rampaged like a loon throughout the ship like the perverts and had taken a direct path to the bathroom – stood behind the gathering. She was fumbling a little, not her usual cocky self.
            “Perfect timing, Kin’emon,” Robin said sweetly while Momonosuke grabbed at her towel, pulling it down her warm flushed cleavage. “Could you provide a kimono for him?”
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