One Piece: Ero Saiyan

[R18]

The bathroom aboard Peter's ship struck a strange balance between practicality and luxury. Though not spacious, Baroque's crew had designed it meticulously to offer comfort amidst the churning waves.

The walls were lined with dark, water-resistant wooden panels, exuding a scent of sea salt mingled with fragrant cleaning oils.

Peter sat in the glass-filled tub, waiting for Carina's arrival, his gaze drifting absently. 'The world of One Piece never ceases to amaze me,' he mused. 'Why is the technology so inconsistent? On one hand, there's a sea train, and on the other, people barely know how to build stone houses.'

The sound of the door opening interrupted his thoughts. Under Peter's watchful eyes, Carina entered, wearing nothing but a towel that barely covered her.

She took small steps toward the tub, extending a foot to step in. "Sorry…"

As she settled beside him, Peter abruptly pulled her onto his lap.

"You look filthy and exhausted from training," he said, slowly tracing his hands over her breasts before inhaling deeply. "Though I don't mind your sweat—it smells like vanilla. I could breathe it in forever."

"Mmm… Peter!" Carina let out a provocative moan as his fingers worked, her words only fueling her arousal. "I'll fulfill your every wish now… but I want something in return."

"What?" Peter murmured, his nose buried in her neck.

"I won't be the only victim tonight," she hissed, a vengeful glint in her eyes. "Vivi and the others—they'll suffer too!" 'We rise or fall together. And I'm not sorry.'

Peter chuckled. "If that's your request, I'll gladly oblige—down to the last detail." He smirked. "Now, let me bathe you."

Without wasting time, he grabbed a scrub and began lathering her body. Starting with her back, he moved to her front, washing her arms and shoulders. But when he reached her ample breasts, his touch grew deliberate, occasionally "accidentally" brushing her nipples.

Sometimes his hands "slipped," squeezing harder than necessary, drawing soft whimpers from her.

"Apologies, little one. They seem extra dirty—I'll clean them thoroughly."

Hmm. Carina knew his game but didn't protest. After all, she was enjoying it too.

After several "cleaning" passes, he finally moved lower—her stomach, then her legs. He started at her ankles, working upward. When he reached her thighs, he spread them wide, "applying extra pressure" before washing them.

Now, only her most intimate area remained. He began with her pelvis, scrubbing her well-groomed violet pubic hair, neither too short nor too long, perfectly accentuating her allure. Then his fingers neared her slit.

"Mmm, Peter, I can do that myself—" She tried to stop him, but he tsked.

"No, my lovely thief. Relax and let me handle it." What kind of chef lets others cook for him?

She knew his nature too well to argue, so she clung to his legs for support as he rubbed her outer lips. After two minutes of "cleaning," he paused.

"Actually, Carina… we have a problem." His tone turned grave.

Her stomach dropped. "What? Are pirates attacking? Or a Sea King?"

"Worse. The inside is poisoned. Only my tongue can extract the toxin—an ancient remedy."

"Idiot…!" Her face burned crimson, but she obeyed, turning to face him and spreading her legs in an "M" shape, shielding her eyes in embarrassment.

Peter knelt before her glistening folds, her pink entrance and clit fully exposed. Her walls clenched in anticipation as a mix of bathwater and arousal dripped down.

He pressed his tongue to her slit, drawing a sharp gasp. Then he slid a finger inside, curling it to stroke her inner walls.

"Hnnn~!" She arched, her moans escalating as his tongue flicked her clit while his finger thrust.

Just as she adjusted, his left hand teased her back door.

"Ahhn~! N-Not there—it's too sensitive!"

Overstimulated, Carina convulsed as electric pleasure shot down her spine. Her hips jerked, drenching his arm in her release.

"I'm—commming...!!"

Peter lapped up her nectar, whispering something lewd that deepened her blush.

As she caught her breath, he pinned her again.

"One more place to clean."

"Huh? Where—?"

His finger tapped her backside. "Here."

"Peter, no! I can—!"

"Didn't I promise to clean every inch?" He grinned devilishly. "And don't worry—you'll watch the others suffer too. Look on the bright side… at least you're alone now."

"I…"

"Just let me take care of it." He flipped her onto all fours.

The sight of her bare ass made his already-hard cock twitch. He kneaded her cheeks, leaving red marks, and groaned.

"Carina… you have an amazing ass."

"Oh, shut up!" Even for a thief, such praise in this position was mortifying.

"Aahh~!" She gasped as his finger circled her tight hole before pushing in.

The stretch was tighter than her pussy, driving him wild. He pumped his finger relentlessly while his other hand returned to her dripping core.

"Hahhn~! W-Why does this feel good?!" She'd cleaned herself there before, but never like this.

Soon, her walls fluttered again.

"I'm coming—!" Her mind blanked as she collapsed into the water, cumming a second time.

"Done?" she panted.

"Not even close." Peter pointed to his throbbing cock. "This hasn't started yet."

He guided her mouth toward it. Hesitant, she stared. "How does this even fit inside me…?"

"You'll find out soon. For now—suck."

He taught her the basics: kiss, lick, suck. Though she mocked him, she obeyed, taking him deep until he gripped her hair.

"I'm close—don't spill a drop."

When he came, she swallowed every pulse, tears welling as her lips swelled. It was such an amazing sight that Peter couldn't help but think of the girl he had hired in his previous life, whose name began with Meow and the word Slut.

"Bleh! Salty… and my mouth hurts!"

Peter sighed. "God, that was perfect."

Then he pulled her onto his lap, sliding effortlessly into her soaked core.

"Ahhn~! My revenge… failed," she whimpered as she rode him.

"Hmm, but you failed spectacularly."

Their bodies moved in sync, skin sliding, lips crashing. When her climax neared, he pistoned harder, pushing her over the edge.

"Ah~! I'm—!"

With a groan, he filled her, marking her womb with his seed.

Afterward, she lay breathless on his chest as he stroked her hair.

Once recovered, they finished bathing.

"So… when's the girls' turn?" Carina grinned, eager for vengeance.

"Tomorrow. It's late now." Peter smirked. "But don't gloat—unless you want them to fight you, four against one. The winner's obvious."

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