"This ID is a bit too simple, isn't it? There's only one chapter up there, one photo. If the Marines stop us, what should we do if they don't recognize it?"
"This chapter uses special ink developed by Marine Headquarters," Hina said, lifting her head and rubbing Arion's ever-moving penis with a hand, "the crafting can't be copied, it has a anti-counterfeit function."
"I see," Arion said, rubbing Hina's hair. "Then can you get me some proof like Adventurer or Merchant? Pirate Hunter or something, that would invite more hatred, wouldn't it?"
"I can only give you this," Hina kissed the glans, "if you want proof as Adventurer or Merchant, you'll have to buy it from the kingdom."
"One hundred million Belly?"
"Mm," Hina nodded, then opened her mouth again and began to slowly take him in.
She also naturally cupped and teased two soft breasts to help the penis become erect, providing full care.
Arion studied the ink used for this ID; besides feeling like color-changing ink, there didn't seem to be anything special about it, so he left it on the table and kissed the waist of the nearby 2B.
Hina's eye's corner caught sight of Hina embracing the two breasts, reaching out to pinch and tug the two joined penises, watching them bounce like water balloons, somewhat envious.
The Human-like beings here have breasts that are too large.
Don't you feel it's cumbersome?
Seeing this, Arion also slid his hand into 2B's clothes, grabbing a breast larger than Hina's, but could not catch the other with one hand, so he teased the other breast.
At the same time he pressed Hina's head down, telling her not to slack off and work harder.
As Hina, as Arion wished, her cheeks hollowed, looking down from above, her facial shape now like a pea shooter.
This is the suction from the Marine Headquarters Captain. In no time, it filled Hina's throat, making her cough incessantly, nostrils spilling.
A mess.
After a nap in the afternoon, Arion hugged the beauty beside him and looked at the white clouds outside the porthole, feeling it wouldn't be good to stay in the cabin all day. He suggested, "Let's go to the beach this afternoon. This beach here is pretty nice. Hina, do you have a swimsuit?"
"Go to the beach? Sure," Hina agreed, though she has devil fruit abilities and seawater would leave her weak, playing on the beach and wearing a sexy swimsuit to sunbathe is fine.
Sitting up, she reached for the cigarette box on the bedside table wanting a smoke.
But remembering Arion said he didn't like the smell, she set it aside.
A man who doesn't smoke and doesn't drink is truly rare in this world.
They decided on the afternoon plan and got up to tidy.
Hina rummaged through the wardrobe and tossed 2B a black one-piece swimsuit with a tiny cloth and string tied together.
2B opened it and asked, "What's the difference if you don't wear anything?"
"Yes, when you wear it you'll look more beautiful, more sexy."
2B didn't understand, but since Arion said so, she wore it.
This is a bikini with separate pieces, strings, and the top barely covers a third of her chest; the remaining white skin is exposed as the delicate strings bite slightly into 2B's soft flesh, outlining her curves.
The bottom is barely a few fingers wide of fabric, just enough to cover the hot white buns, with strings sinking into that round moon.
Earlier it was about watching the moon through the clouds; now it's about watching the moon through the clouds—quite the reversal of fate.
Hina's swimsuit is no less bold, equally sexy and daring. A strapless suit wraps horizontally among the fruit, showing the majestic north and the plump south of this world.
No straps means she moves like a nimble rabbit, drawing all eyes.
Of course, after changing into swimsuits, they don't head out just yet; they put clothes back on to hide this stunning sight before leaving the ship and heading to the beach behind the small island.
The beach here is surrounded by shrubs and rocks, providing privacy and blocking outsiders' sight.
Even so, Arion still has Assistant turn on the radar to stay alert, both to keep people away and to avoid large sea creatures.
Hina removed the outer suit, laid down the blanket, and handed Arion a small bottle. "Coat me with sunscreen."
"Sure."
Arion loves this part, of course.
He unscrewed the cap and slowly poured the cool, viscous sunscreen onto Hina's back, then spread it with his hands, his fingertips gliding over the skin that spilled from the armpits on both sides as she lay prone, and creeping into the space between her legs.
But that's all; nothing more—his ten fingers like piano keys slid around, pressing and brushing against Hina's heartstrings.
Yet Hina couldn't resist this teasing. She didn't like being teased.
Realizing Arion's intention, she sprung up, pinning him to the blanket like last night.
She picked up the cool sunscreen and tipped it high, saying, "Now it's my turn to apply it to you."
What followed wasn't the expected cool sensation—Hina poured sunscreen onto her own chest, letting it run along the full curves, the wet sheen on her generous breasts catching the sunlight.
Then she pressed her upper body down onto Arion's face, making him feel a suffocating pressure.
This cleansing ritual, it could be described as unmatched pleasure.
From head to toe, after a thorough coating, she sat on his lap, lifting with practiced ease, then wrung herself up, using Arion's tool to reach places she alone could not.
Even though the sun doesn't reach here, Arion's sunshine is always shining on them.
Arion watched Hina's breasts sway like coconuts on a tree in a strong wind, and he hurried to steady them to prevent her slender waist from bending.
Lying on the flat sand, it's hard to observe every detail, so 2B helped by lifting Arion's upper body and resting his head between her soft thighs, which made things much easier.
From there they could see the blue sea meeting the sky at the horizon, and Hina's waist undulating like waves, devouring the lonely palm tree rooted on the beach, sending splashes of foam.
2B tucked a strand behind her ear, leaned in, and their mouths met in a kiss.
Together they savored a lazy moment on the beach.