"I'm not forcing anyone," Luffy said bluntly. "I only fuck people who want to fuck me."
"Your choice of words is absolutely vile."
"I won't deny it. But you saw Makino's face while we were at it, didn't you?"
"..."
He was right. If she'd thought Makino was being coerced, Nami would have despised Luffy. But Makino's expression had been one of pure, unadulterated bliss. In the short time she'd known her, Makino had become something of a "woman to aspire to" in Nami's eyes.
The compassion she'd shown a thief, the gentle firmness with which she'd scolded her, the maternal acceptance... all of it drew Nami in. And the image of that same woman, lost in ecstasy on top of Luffy—her "female face"—was seared into her mind.
The desire to feel what Makino felt, to experience that same thing, wasn't strange at all.
"Well, our next stop is to buy a proper ship now that we've got a navigator. It'll be cramped quarters until then, but I've got no plans to mess around with anyone who doesn't want it."
"You say that after trying to fuck me?"
"That was self-defense."
Nami sighed heavily, remembering how he'd turned her clothes to sand and loomed over her. She was beginning to understand that the man she'd chosen to follow was just this kind of person. She gave up arguing.
"When I joined Arlong's crew," Nami began, her voice quieter now, "I made two conditions. One was buying the village for 100 million berries."
"And the other?"
"I'm a woman. I was going to be surrounded by a bunch of male fish-men. They could have forced themselves on me. I told them I'd refuse. And if they tried to take me by force, I'd kill myself first."
It had been a flimsy, verbal agreement. It wasn't that she had no interest in romance or sex, but given her position, she'd clung to that promise just to preserve some semblance of control over her own body.
"Though they just laughed in my face," Nami added bitterly. "Said they had 'no interest in lower-life-form females' and that 'fucking a brat's body wouldn't satisfy them anyway.'"
"Sounds about right for them."
They were the kind of monsters who fell into despair just by being turned human. It made sense they'd find the idea of using a human woman repulsive.
"So... even when I was thieving,"
"I protected my chastity above everything else. But I don't know if I can keep protecting it forever out there."
"Yeah? And?" Luffy prompted, though his expression showed he already understood what she was driving at. "Just so we're clear, I'm not gonna make the first move."
Nami's face burned with humiliation. He was going to make her say it. But her resolve was stronger than her embarrassment. She reached down and pulled off her bottoms, exposing herself to him.
"Please, Captain," she breathed, her voice trembling with a mixture of shame and desperate need.
"Please, Ravage me."
The tangerine grove was bathed in pale moonlight. Standing in the silvery glow was a completely naked young beauty. If one were to capture only that single frame, it might have resembled a painting by a famous classical artist.
"Ahh Aaahh"
However, the reality unfolding within that seemingly mystical scene was nothing more than a vulgar carnal act between a man and a woman.
In the very tangerine grove she valued more than life itself, Nami was stripped bare and impaled from behind by Luffy's thick cock, her voice ringing out with shameless ecstasy.
"It's... too rough... Slower... please, slower... iiihh."
"Oi, oi. You're the one who told me to 'fuck you.' I don't see why I should have to listen to complaints about my pace," Luffy grunted, slamming his hips forward without a hint of restraint.
"That's not wha—aaahhhnn!!"
Her mind and body were utterly overwhelmed by her first real sexual encounter. Luffy showed no mercy for Nami's inexperience, driving into her tight pussy with all what he got.
She had already surpassed her limits countless times over, leaning heavily against the trunk of a precious tangerine tree for support as a sticky torrent of her juices splattered onto the ground from between her thighs.
"Haaah... Fine, have it your way," Luffy sighed, sounding almost exasperated.
"Ah Haaah Haaah Is it... over?"
For a moment, Nami thought the agonizingly pleasurable torture was finally coming to an end. But then Luffy placed his right hand firmly on her hip and spoke a single word.
"[Paste]."
"Fwehh!? Wh-What ish thish? Body... sho hot..."
"I pasted the information of a 'Foosha Village Cat in Heat' onto you. Now, how about this!"
"Ohh-hohhhh."
Her exhausted body was now rewired from its very core to crave intercourse. It was the body of a female animal designed solely to accept a male, remodeled perfectly to accommodate Luffy's cock. With that single new thrust, a wave of pleasure and euphoria far surpassing anything before crashed over Nami.
Yet, the previous limits—the pain, the exhaustion—vanished. All that remained was pure sexual bliss.
And on a primal, animalistic level, she understood: what came next would be a pleasure so intense, it could never be experienced in ordinary life.
"Aheeee Sho good... sho amazingggg."
"Whoa, what a face. That's the face of a real bitch in heat," Luffy observed with a smirk.
It was the expression of a female utterly lost to depravity. He'd seen similar looks on Uta and Makino, but Nami—perhaps due to the collapse of her usual tough front—was putting on an even more spectacular display of degradation.
The sound of a girl's lewd moans and the wet slap of flesh echoed through the night-shrouded tangerine grove.