One Piece: My Crew Members Are Legendary 3D Heroines

"You sure you're not secretly running a restaurant?" Mona was stunned by the flavor of Tifa's stew. "This is way too good! It puts the captain's haphazard cooking to shame!"

"It really is excellent," Ethan didn't bother arguing with Mona. "Honestly, this could go head-to-head with a signature dish from a high-end restaurant."

"You're flattering me," Tifa smiled awkwardly, clearly a bit embarrassed. "It's just a simple beef and cream stew. I'm sure it's nothing compared to what the pros make."

"No, I think you've just never been to those restaurants. Their so-called specialties aren't all that special... With this stew alone, I'd say you've got a strong chance of winning that cooking contest."

"Maybe," Tifa didn't seem to take it too seriously, especially after seeing the other chefs, whose spirits seemed practically ablaze with culinary passion.

Compared to them, they were already at a disadvantage at least in terms of presence.

"But I believe in us," Ethan said with quiet confidence. He hadn't summoned Tifa just to admire her beauty. There had to be a deeper purpose.

After dinner, Mona was left with dish duty while the rest retired to their rooms.

There was talk of a local festival in town that night, but after a full day of action, everyone was too drained to care. Rest sounded much more appealing.

Tifa returned to her own room an extension off the kitchen that belonged to the head chef. She sorted her belongings, separating clean clothes from what needed washing, especially the pair of pants that had gotten wet earlier. It was hard not to feel self-conscious about that.

She tucked it at the bottom of the laundry basket and made her way to the laundry room, planning to wash her clothes and enjoy a hot bath while she was at it.

Hot baths were considered a luxury on a ship, but thanks to Mona's ability to purify seawater so efficiently, they weren't as rare anymore.

It was one of the ship's hidden perks especially appreciated by the women on board.

Once she'd bathed and hung her laundry, Tifa returned to the dining area only to find it empty. Taking the hint, she quietly returned to her room to rest.

But sleep didn't come easy.

Too much had happened in a single day.

Just that morning, she'd been a bar owner in the slums, worrying about the night's menu. By the afternoon, she was in a world ruled by pirates, fighting alongside bounty hunters and experiencing danger firsthand. The sheer contrast was enough to leave anyone restless.

At the very least, the captain seemed like a decent person. And the others like her were also from different worlds.

It wasn't so bad.

Lying in her bunk, the gentle sway of the ship beneath her, Tifa finally gave up on sleep and decided to get a glass of milk.

But the moment she opened her door, she was greeted by the sight of what looked like a full moon rising in front of the fridge.

No, not the moon. It was 2B bent over, rifling through the fridge.

The illusion was caused by the fridge light hitting her pale skin, combined with the way her thong cut deeply into her curves, emphasizing the roundness of her already shapely backside. The heels didn't help either.

Looking closer, Tifa even spotted faint traces of handprints and teeth marks on her skin.

Had she just finished with Ethan?

The sound of the door made 2B glance over her shoulder. "Did I wake you?"

"No, not at all," Tifa quickly flipped on the dining room light, trying to act normal. "What are you looking for?"

"Milk and wheat juice," 2B answered. "But the wheat juice isn't where it usually is."

The milk was for Ethan and Mona to help with calcium and protein recovery. The wheat juice was 2B's own preference.

For her, nothing was more satisfying after an intimate night than replenishing fluids and nutrients with a cold can of wheat juice.

"Oh, right. It was taking up too much space up top, so I moved it to the lower shelf."

"Thanks. Found it," 2B retrieved the juice and finally stopped arching her back so provocatively.

"No need to thank me. I should've told you I moved your stuff." Tifa scratched her cheek, feeling awkward. "Want a cocktail? I can mix one up. I'm not sleepy either."

"That'd be nice," 2B returned the juice to the fridge and took two bottles of milk instead, seating herself on a high stool at the bar.

Mona likely wasn't done yet. If 2B went back too early, it'd just make things awkward. Better to wait a bit.

Mona was still shy. Even now, she insisted on keeping things separate, wasting time that didn't need to be wasted.

As 2B sat on the stool, her posture and proportions became even more noticeable in the bar's lighting.

Overflowing, plush, and full she barely fit on the seat.

Tifa quickly averted her gaze. Even as a fellow woman, staring like that felt impolite.

At the bar, Tifa began her usual mixing routine. She pulled out her tools and began measuring ingredients into the shaker.

But just as she was about to start shaking, something felt off and she suddenly realized why.

She wasn't wearing her sports bra.

Normally, Tifa would wear it throughout the day for support during movement and physical work.

But now it was night. She'd bathed, relaxed, and slipped into a thin, loose tank top one with no support at all.

If she started shaking the cocktail shaker with her usual sweeping motions, there was a very real risk of a wardrobe malfunction.

Still, 2B was another woman. Shouldn't be a big deal, right?

After all, she had walked around the ship in nothing but a thong and heels.

Still hesitant, Tifa finally decided to just get on with it and raised the shaker just as the door to the dining room opened.

"No wonder you're taking so long. Hiding out here for a drink, huh?"

Ethan walked in, wearing only a pair of loose shorts. His toned torso glistened slightly in the soft light.

He glanced at the tempting crescent curve of 2B's hips as she perched on the stool, then pulled out a chair for himself and popped open a chilled bottle of milk.

"Ahh, that hits the spot."

He downed the entire bottle in one go, then turned to Tifa.

Her shirt now clung to her noticeably fuller figure, straining around her chest.

"What's wrong?" he asked, catching her expression.

"Nothing," Tifa bit her lip, frustrated. She wanted to say that if she started shaking the shaker now, there'd be a whole lot more shaking than intended but modesty held her back.

Instead, she opted for a different approach.

With a flick of the wrist, she tossed the shaker into the air, spun around gracefully, and caught it behind her back facing away from them as she shook it with swift precision.

What she forgot was that while there weren't any mirrors in the dining room, there was a porthole nearby.

At night, lit from within, it acted just like a mirror.

And through it, Ethan had a perfect view of her from behind.

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