After dinner, they waited on the sofa for a while and looked at the newspaper — news about some town suffer pirate attacks, some pirate crew being wiped out by Marines, new pirate bounties, and the like.
Only when the water in the bathroom stopped running did Arion put the newspaper down, eyes full of anticipation as he looked toward the bathroom door.
After a long while, a refreshed Hina appeared, wiping her still-damp long hair.
Having washed, Hina put on a white spaghetti-strap dress that barely reached her hips, more than half of a ripe fruit's flesh peeking out.
While the front of the slip dress pressed against her, the thin straps still showed her strawberry-red cleavage, making the mouth water as it caught the eye.
Looking down, beneath the barely-there skirt was a pair of ivory-white long legs. They weren't as voluptuous as 2B's, but they were solid and long, and with the sexy black stockings, they gave off a strong, alluring mature allure.
Hina, pleased by Arion's gaze, lifted her lips in a slight smile, and walked with a measured, seductive sway to the bed's edge, sitting down with her long legs crossed, and said, "What? Got you dazed?"
"Of course," Arion said as he sat beside Hina, taking the towel from her hand and gently drying her smooth pink hair.
"During the day you're the bold, awe-inspiring Marines Captain, but at night you show a look that makes people want to pin you down and violate you. With such a strong contrast, how could anyone not be spellbound?"
"Want a look that invites assault, with a strong contrast, huh?" Hina chuckled, "You're the first man to dare speak to me like that."
"What? Do you want me to be polite, to treat you with courtesy, to be as respectful as colleagues?"
Arion tossed the towel aside, pulled the mature beauty into his arms, flipped her onto the bed, and said, "I don't think you're the kind of person who's that boring, Hina."
Hina wrapped around Arion's neck, looking at him with a possessive, aggressive air as if staking a claim, and said, "Being among those crude Marines all day, isn't it normal to crave being treated gentler?"
"Gentle? That's not off the table," Arion shed his urgency, revealing the cultivated, gentle side of a thinker, meeting her eyes and studying her heroic beauty, her tall nose, and her slightly full lips.
Seeing Hina's cheeks warm with color, matching her hair color in cuteness, she then kissed him slowly, not like the prior meal, but with deliberate gentleness.
Unlike the domineering attitude before dinner, this kiss was given with ample gentleness, as if savoring a forbidden pastry, unhurried.
Yet under the gentleness, resistance came through rough and forceful.
Arion was flipped by Hina and pinned to the bed, her hands pinning his wrists, as she used Ori Ori no Mi to bind him to the headboard.
Arion struggled, looking up at the towering Hina, "What are you doing!"
Sitting on the sofa, 2B stood up and watched closely.
If Hina did anything to hurt Arion, she would draw her blade without hesitation.
"You look amazing like this," Hina gasped, kissing Arion's neck, "so gentle, eyes so clear, like you've never been bullied. It makes me want to teach you a lesson."
Clearly, for someone who spends every day dealing with rude Marines and pirates, Hina has little resistance to a face that shows no sign of being bullied.
She wants to possess him, to bully him hard.
Without courtesy, she grabbed Arion's collar and tore it hard; a pale, flawless upper body appeared before Hina, too perfect for even a noble to achieve.
—Such a body is illogical in this world, where knife fights, gunplay, and violence are common. Injuries are inevitable, even with the best medicine, leaving faint scars, and Hina is no exception.
But he didn't bear a single scar, from face to body, looking so perfectly flawless.
Hina's possessiveness swelled; she couldn't wait any longer.
She wanted to possess this perfect man now.
From the neck down to the waist, she began to undo the obstructing belt when she suddenly remembered something, glancing at 2B still in the room, and waved her hand, pulling the curtain closed with her power.
2B remained unmoved, and with her tactical blindfold on, she didn't rely only on her eyes to observe the surroundings—she had radar, and any corner of this ship could be scanned if she wished.
But 2B didn't use her radar to scan; besides giving them privacy, the curtain was transparent.
Though they couldn't see the exact details inside, their body shapes were fully visible.
2B saw Hina roughly tear Arion's pants, then suffer Arion's counterattack, a heavy hit to Hina's face that jerked her head, a sound even 2B could clearly hear.
The sudden strike left Hina stunned, as if she were wondering how, with her hands not tied to the headboard, he managed to counterattack.
After a moment, Hina recovered with indignation, grabbing him hard, bending down to engage in close-quarters combat.
Until Hina's throat delivered a full-throated vengeance for that strike, she stood upright, showing astonishing curves in her waist and hips, collecting him as a trophy into her treasury.
Hina let out a painful cry, her long neck rising, remaining still for a long moment.
2B clenched her fists, a sense of righteous vengeance rising.
Serves her right!
After all, 2B still held some reservations about Arion's hands being bound by Hina.
This woman, in every sense, was too rough, and 2B worried Arion might be hurt.
—As Humans, Arion is far more fragile than someone like Hina, a powerful Human-like being.
But soon 2B's heart rose with Hina's movements to her throat.
The curve of her waist and hips rose slowly; as their shadows nearly separated, they sank back together with a heavy thud.
The collision of bodies echoed in the room, marking the night's first movement.
Then the tempo quickened, like rain tapping at the leaves outside the window.
Under the rapid raindrops, through the curtain's reflected branches, and the connected fruit swayed and fluttered.
It highlighted the terror of this storm.
And Hina, the rainmaker, grew eager to be moistened by the downpour.
She was more eager than Arion!
It reminded 2B of the moment Arion knocked her from behind, wondering whether that full moon would sway in the same way.
She tightened her lush thighs together, a hint of poetry rising in rhythm with the rain.
Thinking back to what Arion had said at the start — if you're interested, you can join in too.
Together?