Arion, a crude man of action, hadn't never experienced anything?
But Hina is crude, wild, like a Western outlaw, and this is the first time he's met such a type.
With his hands chained, pinned by Hina as if he were a horse, spurred to gallop, it's as if he lives on horseback on a prairie.
Two completely different professions, like southerners not good at horsemanship and northerners not good at ship battles, would transform onto Hina without any difficulty.
Perhaps at first there was difficulty, but once accustomed, learning to use the waist, hips, and legs to exert force, all obstacles were removed.
Perhaps this is talent?
After all, this is Marines Captain, disciple of General Zephyr, naturally skilled in martial arts.
With his own body's needs and others' strengths, learning this simple way to move is nothing.
Heaved with increasing skill on the muddy road, the road crackled underfoot, big splashes arcing, spraying the shrubs beside the road with droplets.
Hina's stamina is evident, but even as Marines Captain, she remains a woman. In the rush of galloping, her weaknesses were repeatedly hammered, and she couldn't hold out much longer before her eyes glazed over and consciousness drifted.
Meanwhile, Arion widened his own eyes.
—It felt like wearing a monkey's iron collar, one ring after another, from head to toe.
The whimpers and wheezing in Hina's mouth became incantations to tighten the collar, and it began to tighten further.
This sudden turn made Arion doubt whether his good brother, like his tied hands at the headboard, had also been given Ori Ori no Mi by Hina, truly making him wear a collar!
But regardless, under this tightening, he could only grimace and endure like a monkey, hoping the spell would end soon.
Arion overestimated his own strength; under Hina's terrifying ability, he had no chance to resist. After a bit of stalemate, he was ultimately defeated and ousted.
The survivor Arion heaved a rough breath. Is this what a power user is like? So terrifying.
Compared to 2B's reproduction module, it's almost unfair.
The only difference is one compressing, one drawing out.
Both are terrifying.
Too mesmerizing.
Arion hugged Hina's smooth back, savoring the residual moment.
—the ability automatically released once Hina lost focus, which is the weakness of most Paramecia-type fruits and relates to the will of the user.
For example, Gekko Moriah (Kage Kage no Mi) returns its shadow to the body when consciousness is lost; Sugar (Hobi Hobi no Mi) reverts to its original form when frightened, etc.
Hina's Ori Ori no Mi is no exception.
In conquering Hina, he also completed a hidden mission in the system.
If you can't go for black and white, how can you make a living?
Task requirement: conquer a Marine at least a captain, and make a PY deal with her.
Task status: Completed
Task reward: a point of proficiency
This was a pleasant surprise, and not a little easier than the horseplay earlier.
So worth it.
Hina's matter is temporarily settled; now it's 2B's turn.
2B, following Arion's instruction, could join in whenever she was interested.
So when 2B saw the shadow behind the bed curtain unmoving, she climbed up, kissing Arion in one motion.
She also shoved the still-recovering Hina off him.
But she didn't imitate Hina's hips swaying and galloping.
2B knows her weight isn't suitable for that.
Arion enjoyed this as well; once recovered, he used all his strength to press down, joyfully lifting the ground.
Hina recovered quickly. When she half-woke and saw Arion's broad, sweeping moves as if dock workers were driving piles into the sea, she swallowed, seized Arion's strawberry-tasting head of hair, pulled him up to kiss him, and joined in.
Arion didn't hold back, encircling Hina's slender waist, gripping the lush fruit firmly, fingers digging in.
In his homeland's tongue, this would be the sort of thing one would want to explode with.
Really massive.
After playing with the fruit, he stacked them on 2B's body, letting these two women with striking figures fit against each other, exchanging attacks, and embracing as if singing and crying.
The morning air in the room had a certain heaviness, a blend of fluids mingling and volatilizing.
Honestly, it didn't smell good.
So upon waking, Hina opened the window to ventilate. Standing by the window, facing the sea, she lit a cigarette.
Last night was insane; Hina was still reliving it, the bone-deep taste making past life feel meaningless.
Having finished the cigarette, she looked at the two on the bed, then went to the bathroom to wash up.
Delicate fingers glided over damp skin; perhaps it was an illusion, but the skin felt smoother than yesterday.
Hina recalled discussions from past gatherings with comrades about such indulgence; so this is what "moisturizing" feels like?
Not bad, really.
Hina was happy.
A smile rose at the corner of her mouth, and she hummed softly.
No woman dislikes beauty; Hina, too, enjoys getting prettier while enjoying the pleasures.
Mid-way through washing, the bathroom door was pushed open from the outside.
Hina instinctively looked over—it's Arion; her gaze shifted downward—he was in high spirits.
He pouted slightly and said, "Last night wasn't enough for you?"
"Just getting up is convenient," Arion said, while watching the beauty in the shower, confidently and vigorously going about his own business. Yet after finishing, he did not leave. He stood with Hina under the shower, holding her tightly, fingers sinking into the fullness.
"Captain Hina, was my performance last night satisfactory?"
"Mm," Hina lifted her head, leaning on Arion's shoulder. "Why don't you join Marines? I won't shortchange you."
"Is that all?" Arion pressed against her, kissing at the nape of her neck. "I'm still the same; I have my own career, just like your position in the Marines. Sorry, I must decline."
Hina opened her eyes, a dangerous spark within. "I'd love to collar you, chain you, and keep you at my side like a dog."
Arion froze; this tone isn't a joke, is it?
"Giggling…."
Hina covered her mouth and smiled at him, "Just joking. Don't get so scared."
"That joke isn't funny at all," Arion snapped, giving Hina a full blow on the moon, leaving a mark.
Then he grabbed Hina's slender neck, pinning her to the bathroom wall. The large, round fruit pressed in the middle, becoming a big dried fruit, spilling from both sides.
A direct hit to her weak point!
For someone who jokes around like this, a harsh lesson is needed!
And to remind Hina who is the one to wear the collar and keep in tow, like a dog.
With that thought, he delivered a few more slaps on Hina, leaving marks both inside and outside her body.