One Piece: My Crew Members Are Legendary 3D Heroines

Through the porthole, which gleamed like a mirror under the glow of the cabin lights, Ethan Chen clearly caught sight of Tifa's reflection.

And what a view it was.

Her "justice" even more magnificent than Hina's bounced in rhythm with each shake of the cocktail shaker. There was no better word for it than ferocious.

The scene reminded Ethan of certain viral streamers who wore low-cut tops while making hand-beaten lemonade, shamelessly leveraging curves for attention.

But Tifa was on a whole other level. If those girls were a stream, Tifa was an ocean vast, untamed, and overwhelming.

And not just big her figure was astonishingly firm. The kind that defied gravity. Full, round, but still poised and supple.

Perfect.

Tifa, too, caught a glimpse of the window out of the corner of her eye. And in its mirrored reflection, she saw herself mid-shake, tank top tugged down by motion, her ample curves nearly spilling free.

Her face flushed scarlet. Mortified, she quickened her shaking, then with a deft flourish, tossed the shaker high, spun, and caught it gracefully behind her back. While the other two (hopefully) had their attention elsewhere, she used the moment to subtly tug her top back into place before turning around and placing the shaker firmly on the bar.

It was a flawless recovery.

She took a breath to steady herself, then poured the cocktail into two prepped glasses and slid one over to 2B.

But through it all, she kept her gaze lowered too flustered to look Ethan in the eyes.

And that was how she noticed it.

Even his oversized shorts couldn't conceal the obvious.

He had become visibly affected a reaction so intense it had slipped past his waistband.

Tifa's jaw dropped in stunned silence.

It was... impressive. More than anything she'd ever imagined or seen in books.

Even without a sip of alcohol, her mouth had gone dry.

Ethan hadn't done it on purpose. The reaction was involuntary, triggered by Tifa's earlier performance. Still, as he noticed her gaze drifting downward, he instinctively shifted forward, pulling the bar's edge between them to block the line of sight.

"Ahem... Tifa," Ethan cleared his throat. "Can you make me a mocktail? I'm in the mood for something light."

"Y-yes, of course," she stammered, grasping onto the change of topic like a lifeline. She reached for the syrups and soda water, her fingers moving almost mechanically as she mixed him a vibrant, alcohol-free drink.

"Thanks." Ethan took it with a smile, but didn't drink immediately. He stirred the ice with the straw, the clinking faint under his voice as he said, "A drink this beautiful... when it catches the light, it's hard not to be drawn in. Even someone who wasn't thirsty might suddenly crave a taste."

He was referring to her, obviously. To her appearance, and the way her cocktail shaking had stirred not just the drink, but everything else.

Tifa hesitated, then replied softly, "Then maybe you should just close your eyes so you won't be distracted."

"I could... but if I do that, I'd miss out on something beautiful. And wouldn't that be a shame?"

As he spoke, Ethan subtly reached for 2B's hand and guided it to his thigh. 2B understood immediately and began to massage him gently, her touch skillful and knowing, helping ease the lingering tension.

Tifa didn't notice the quiet exchange beneath the bar. She simply picked up her own glass of Starfall Canyon, took a sip, and opened her mouth as if to say something but nothing came.

Because Ethan wasn't the only one reluctant to look away.

The silence stretched. After finishing her drink, Tifa placed the empty glass on the bar and said, "I'm heading back to bed. Just leave the glasses here I'll clean them in the morning."

"Alright," Ethan replied casually.

As the door to her room clicked shut, he wasted no time leaning in and capturing 2B's lips.

Tifa in a thin tank top, shaking and swaying like that... how was anyone supposed to resist?

After a long, smoldering kiss, Ethan wrapped his arms around 2B's waist and pulled her closer, shifting her so that her thighs rested on the edge of the high stool, her full hips hovering in the air.

She moved with him effortlessly, bending forward against the bar, her expression flushed and dreamy from the buzz of their drink and each other's touch.

It was worth noting the bar stools were specially commissioned by Ethan. Not too tall, not too short just the right height to maximize his... effectiveness. Every detail was customized with performance in mind.

Back in her room, Tifa had just laid down when she began to hear faint rhythmic sounds through the wall.

She froze.

No way...

They had started already? Right there in the dining room?

Her mind flashed back to the earlier image of Ethan taut and visibly aroused and her heart started pounding in her chest.

This time, it wasn't the sway of the ship or ambient noise keeping her awake.

It was something else entirely.

She reached down instinctively and felt... warmth. Like morning dew on a lotus leaf.

Curiosity burned. Quietly, Tifa crept to her door, slowly cracked it open and saw everything.

Unlike the dressing room earlier that afternoon, this time there was no need to imagine.

2B, perched on the high stool, lay sprawled forward on the bar, her body trembling in response to every movement. Her curves were on full display, her expression one of intoxicated bliss.

And behind her, Ethan stood his movements powerful, fluid, unapologetic.

Each thrust sent a ripple through 2B's body, her soft curves bouncing against the bar, the motion echoing through her entire frame.

In the intensity of their rhythm, Tifa could even see 

No. She couldn't look away.

Her breath caught in her throat, but the sound gave her away.

2B's eyes flicked toward the door and met hers.

Tifa froze.

But instead of reacting, 2B's gaze softened again, her eyes glossing over as if she hadn't seen anything at all. She even parted her lips and let out a sweet, melodic moan that matched the rhythm of their movements.

Ethan responded with a firm smack, sending a sharp jolt through her hips and a deep red bloom across her skin.

"Keep your voice down. What if you wake Tifa?"

Tifa bit her lip. If he was really concerned about disturbing her, maybe they shouldn't be doing this right on the other side of her wall!

But 2B didn't argue. On the contrary, under Ethan's hand she only moaned more sweetly more wantonly.

Their bodies, one wild and forceful, the other supple and yielding, painted a vivid portrait of primal, unrestrained passion.

And Tifa hands pressed to her lips, heart racing couldn't help but be drawn into the heat of it all.

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