One Piece: My Crew Members Are Legendary 3D Heroines

"Yes, my lord," said the cloaked figure, her voice mechanical and devoid of emotion. "She's an exceptional martial artist. A fierce little wild mare with a strong and athletic build. I believe you'll find... considerable pleasure in breaking her in."

"Who are you people? What do you want from me!" Tifa demanded, her voice rising with fury. She felt like an object, a product being evaluated and introduced to a customer by a merchant, her worth appraised like cattle at market.

Crack!

A sharp burst exploded at her feet, scattering hay across the floor. Tifa jumped in fright.

The cloaked figure now held a barbed whip in her hand.

"Slave, I suggest you recognize your place," she said coldly, casting a warning glance at Tifa. "Next time, this whip won't miss."

"Bastard!" Tifa hissed through clenched teeth, her almond eyes burning with fury.

The cloaked figure raised her hand, preparing to bring the whip down for real this time. But the nobleman beside her extended a gloved hand and stopped her.

"Don't damage that flawless skin," he said as he walked toward Tifa, his voice shrill and nasally, as though forced through a narrow throat. "Such beautiful skin shouldn't be marred. That would be such a waste, wouldn't it? Hehehe..."

"Stay back!" Tifa warned, stepping back against the wall. "Touch me and I'll make you regret it!"

"She's a wild one," the cloaked figure cautioned.

"I like them wild. Makes it more fun," the nobleman replied. By now he stood before her, trailing the back of his gloved hand down her cheek skin smooth, warm, and tinged with healthy red.

Tifa flinched away in disgust, her eyes filled with loathing.

"She's in prime condition," the cloaked figure continued. "If you take her home, I guarantee she'll give you a child within the year."

"Oh, I can see that," the nobleman grinned, hand sliding from her collarbone to her chest, where he suddenly grabbed one of her breasts with a firm squeeze.

"Such a ripe pair. I can't imagine how much bigger they'd get once she's pregnant. There'd be enough milk to drown in."

"You could help her with that, my lord."

"Oh, I'd still never run dry."

They both laughed.

"Bastards!" Tifa couldn't take it anymore. With no thought for the consequences, she lashed out with a fierce side kick aimed straight at the nobleman's head.

But he'd expected it. If he dared approach her this boldly, he wasn't without skill.

Her kick forced him back half a step, but he caught her ankle with one hand. In the same motion, he drove forward, forcing her leg up onto his shoulder and pinning her to the wall.

The position stretched her into an involuntary split.

Because of the dress she wore, the powerful lines of her toned thighs were on full display, and even the fabric of her undergarments left little to the imagination.

"Amazing flexibility," the nobleman murmured. "As expected from a fighter. The things I could do with you... And this shape... hah, built for childbirth. Six kids in five years wouldn't be a problem."

"She's still a virgin, my lord," the cloaked figure said. "I examined her thoroughly. Pristine."

"Perfect. Just perfect," the nobleman exclaimed. "I love them like this."

"You'll regret this," Tifa said, trembling with rage. "When my captain finds me, you're dead."

The nobleman laughed. "By the time he shows up, I'll be long gone. You've only yourself to blame. No awareness, no caution... fell into our trap without a clue."

He finally released her, stepping back just short of further violation, but not before giving her behind a firm slap.

"She's mine. Get her onto my ship. I've got plans for tonight. Hahaha!"

"Yes, my lord." The cloaked figure stepped forward, bound Tifa's wrists with rope, and removed the shackles. Then she shoved her toward the cabin exit.

Tifa kept her head down, eyes fixed on her bare feet no shackles. That meant one thing: she still had a chance.

They were on a ship. If she could make it to the railing and leap into the sea, she might escape.

She would rather drown than be reduced to a breeding tool.

Escorted out of the dark cargo hold, she blinked against the sudden light and prepared to act only to stop dead in her tracks.

This... was the Lexington?

Not far away, the "nobleman" removed his golden mask, revealing a familiar face.

"Damn, this coat is hot. How do those so-called aristocrats stand wearing this all day?"

It was Ethan Chen.

Tifa turned in shock. The rope binding her wrists was being untied. The cloaked figure shed her disguise, revealing 2B and her drone beside her.

The pieces snapped into place in Tifa's mind. Realization flared and so did her rage.

She lunged forward, throwing another powerful kick straight at Ethan.

This time, with her full range of movement restored, Ethan didn't dare block it head-on. He had to dodge awkwardly to the side.

"You bastard! Do you have any idea how scared I was? I thought... I thought..."

"I'm sorry," Ethan said softly, sitting on the deck as he watched Tifa's lips quiver and tears glisten in her furious eyes, all the fear and anger pouring out in a torrent.

"I just wanted you to understand what could happen if you let your guard down in this world."

"Pirates. Slavers. Perverts. Aristocrats who think they can do whatever they want... I could lecture you about them all day. But nothing drives it home like experiencing it yourself."

"I figured this would leave a lasting impression."

Tifa clenched her fists. Her head hung low. Tears streamed down her cheeks, hitting the deck one by one.

"You... bastard..."

"Reminder," the drone chimed in. "At this moment, what a girl really needs is comfort. A hug. A warm chest and shoulders to cry on. Not a lecture."

"I know," Ethan sighed, glancing at the drone. "Next time, maybe just whisper that in my ear, instead of blurting it out loud for everyone to hear? This is embarrassing."

He stood and moved toward Tifa, arms open.

Tifa instinctively raised her fist, but her punch was weak more emotional than physical. Ethan caught her wrist easily and pulled her into a gentle embrace.

He could feel the strength in her body, the tension still humming through her muscles. He patted her back softly, voice low and soothing.

"It's okay now. I'm here. Your captain came to save you. I'll never let anything happen to my crew."

"You bastard..." Tifa choked, grabbing the back of his shirt with both hands and burying her face in his chest. Her tears soaked through his clothes.

"Yeah... I'm a bastard. Let it all out. Cry it out. You'll feel better."

Not far away, Mona watched the scene with a complicated expression.

Was this whole charade really just to teach Tifa a lesson about how dangerous the world could be?

Or was there another motive behind it?

Like... taking advantage of Tifa's shaken emotions?

That had to be it.

Definitely.

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