The banquet ended, and everyone left one after another. The once lively large ship gradually became empty. Nami and the others also returned to the sunny to rest, as Luffy and the others had been fighting for a long time and were quite tired.
Sabo, seeing that Orochimaru clearly had something to say to Doflamingo, thoughtfully left.
Finally, only Doflamingo, Bartolomeo, and Orochimaru remained.
Bartolomeo acutely sensed the unusual atmosphere and wisely found an excuse to leave in a hurry, leaving only Doflamingo and Orochimaru standing opposite each other, and they went together to Doflamingo's flamingo.
Doflamingo walked with a casual stride, leisurely approaching Orochimaru, his narrow eyes filled with resentment, and his voice was low with a hint of complaint:
"ancestor, the banquet just ended, and you're already rushing me away? I still wanted to spend more time with you."
As he spoke, he gently tugged on Orochimaru's sleeve, his fingers inadvertently brushing against the back of his hand.
Orochimaru raised an eyebrow slightly, glanced at Doflamingo's feigned pitiful look, and a mocking smile played on his lips. His voice was cold yet subtly held a different emotion:
"Stop putting on an act in front of me. If you can be considered pitiful, then there are no pitiful people in this world."
Despite the words, his tone involuntarily softened a bit.
Doflamingo sighed softly, not only did he not let go, but he tightened his grip on Orochimaru's sleeve slightly, leaning his body forward a little. They were so close they could feel each other's breath:
"How am I acting? I truly can't bear to leave you. Or are you worried that if I stay here, Garp will cause trouble for me?"
Orochimaru gently pulled away from Doflamingo's hand and took a small half-step back, giving him a glare, yet he didn't retreat too far, still maintaining a close distance.
"If you're going to die, don't drag me down. Besides, you're not unaware of the fighting power on that ship. Even if Kaido came, he might not be able to leave unscathed."
Doflamingo crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back slightly, and feigned nonchalance: "Alright, alright, then I'll go find Kaido now. See you in Wano Country. But, I'm already leaving..."
He suddenly leaned forward again, almost enveloping Orochimaru within his aura. Their noses were almost touching, "Are you really not considering opening the door to the New World?"
Orochimaru's lips curved into a half-smile, "Get lost."
Doflamingo sighed again, his face full of helplessness and resentment:
"Alas, I've become such a pitiful lover. For you, I've even disregarded my image, yet you're always so heartless."
He mumbled as he slowly retreated towards the door, taking each step extremely slowly, constantly looking back, his eyes full of expectation, hoping Orochimaru would say something to make him stay.
"Wait..." Orochimaru's voice sounded just as Doflamingo was about to step out the door.
Doflamingo paused, slowly turned his head, and raised an eyebrow at Orochimaru, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
This was quite uncharacteristic of Orochimaru. Had this stone-hearted fellow finally come to his senses and learned to make him stay?
Orochimaru met Doflamingo's gaze expressionlessly, his eyes calm and with an undeniable meaning: "Give me Corazon's ashes. I have a use for them, to make a favor."
Upon hearing this, Doflamingo's eyebrows instantly knitted together. His face, which had held some expectation, suddenly darkened, as if covered by a layer of frost.
A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and he said in a cold tone: "You want to resurrect Corazon? You should know what that means..." Orochimaru narrowed his eyes slightly: "What, you can't bear to? Or are you afraid of something? Afraid that your long-lost conscience will suddenly return?"
The words were like sharp blades, piercing directly into the most sensitive part of Doflamingo's heart.
"Isn't the purpose of a dead person sometimes just to make a favor?" Orochimaru looked at Doflamingo with a cold, half-smiling gaze, "You are already forty-one, not a fourteen-year-old boy. Your dead brother should also contribute some residual heat, a little waste utilization."
He paused slightly, observing Doflamingo's reaction. Seeing a hint of anger flash in his eyes, but no interruption, he continued:
"Give me Corazon's ashes, let him exist in another way, and he won't become your weakness.
After all, as long as I'm willing, making him 'die' again is not difficult." Orochimaru's voice was flat, yet it carried an undeniable authority.
"He's much more useful alive than dead." Orochimaru gently stroked the person's face.
"You probably don't know, but he's Sengoku's adopted son. If you hand him over, Sengoku, that admiral who's about to retire, will have no reason to chase after you."
Doflamingo snorted coldly, his face full of disdain. He casually pulled an ancient small bottle from his pocket and tossed it to Orochimaru. The bottle arced through the air and was steadily caught by Orochimaru.
"These should be enough." Doflamingo's tone was cold, his expression showing he was angry.
Orochimaru held the bottle, his gaze shifting from the bottle to Doflamingo, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
He raised an eyebrow slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Oh, you had this prepared already? I'm quite surprised."
Doflamingo's lips curved into a meaningful smile. Without waiting for Orochimaru to react, he took a swift step forward, extended his long arms, and securely pulled Orochimaru into his embrace.
Just as he was about to struggle, he heard Doflamingo whisper in his ear: "You're using my brother to make a favor, shouldn't you give me something in return?"
His voice was deep and magnetic, carrying an irresistible dominance, and his warm breath brushed against Orochimaru's neck, tickling him.
Doflamingo's eyes gradually grew fervent, the burning desire within them undisguised, locking tightly onto Orochimaru's eyes, as if wanting to see through the person in front of him.
"Don't go too far." Orochimaru frowned, his tone containing a warning, yet his body no longer struggled, only turning his head slightly, trying to avoid Doflamingo's burning gaze.
Doflamingo, however, had no intention of stopping there. He tightened his arms, holding Orochimaru even closer, his chin gently rubbing against Orochimaru's hair.
"I don't think it's too far. After all, this deal has to be fair, doesn't it? You have a request, and I have a desire."
Orochimaru felt Doflamingo's closeness and his fervent breath, his eyebrow raised slightly, a hint of playfulness flashing in his eyes.
He tilted his head back slightly, meeting Doflamingo's gaze, a half-smile playing on his lips.
"Are you sure you want to? If you stay until tomorrow morning, I'm not sure you'll still be alive."
"What do you mean?" Doflamingo chuckled, his voice deep and ambiguous. Immediately after, he lowered his head slightly and playfully bit Orochimaru's earlobe, his tongue inadvertently brushing against it, an intimate and teasing gesture.
His hands were wrapped around Orochimaru's waist, and he tightened his embrace slightly, as if wanting to draw more warmth from him.
At this moment, his eyes were filled with fervent desire, awaiting Orochimaru's answer.
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