Ryuji hadn't held back at all when he struck, so the damage he inflicted was considerable.
He sighed inwardly. Controlling his strength was still sothing he struggled with. Sure, he could keep himself from accidentally hurting Robin when things got intimate—but once force was involved, he couldn't always rein it in.
There was simply no accurate gauge for how strong he truly was.
"Hey, hey! Are you alright?" Ryuji hurried over to the orange-haired girl, who was still coughing up blood.
But the mont he touched her upper body, her torso twisted at an unnatural angle—clearly beyond what a human spine should allow. One look was enough to tell him.
Crap. I might've killed her.
"Hold on, I'll treat you right away."
Flas—brilliant red like a crimson dragon—flared in his hand. They danced over the girl's body, burning and healing at the sa ti.
The searing heat jolted her back to consciousness. Groggy and confused, she blinked at the blue sky above, unsure where she was or how she got here. It felt like she had been cast into so blazing inferno.
Shouts from pirates nearby began to seep into her awareness. The warmth that surrounded her... it wasn't hell. It was sothing else.
"Oh… right… I ca here to steal sothing."
Realization struck her like a cold slap. But as soon as the words left her lips, she froze in panic.
Wait—wasn't I just attacked?
Too late. She felt a powerful hand wrap around her neck. The red flas vanished from her vision, revealing the open sky—and a man's face hovering above her.
"Oh? So you ca to steal from us, huh?" Ryuji looked at her with interest. She was pretty, sure, but nothing exceptional. Especially that chest—kind of average, really.
Still, he figured this had to be the infamous Cat Burglar, Nami.
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She was thin—too thin. When he grabbed her arm, he could feel her bones under the skin.
She gave off the vibe of a sunny, slightly shy girl next door with a bit of attitude—but in truth, she looked underfed and exhausted.
Nami jolted fully awake and glared at him. She quickly rembered everything: spotting him seemingly assaulting a girl, stepping in to knock him out, planning to rob him, and then—
He shattered my staff… and kicked unconscious? Broke my spine, even?
She moved her waist carefully, but felt no pain. Then she rembered the burning warmth that had pulled her back.
Did… did he heal ?
Just as she was still trying to make sense of things, Ryuji raised an eyebrow.
"Well, since you're a thief, that makes this simple. From now on, the ship's basent will be your room. And you'll be in charge of… satisfying my needs. Let's start by taking that virginity of yours."
He grinned mischievously, clearly teasing.
"Y-You injured , didn't you?! That makes us even, right?"
Nami shivered. From the way he spoke, she could tell this was no idle joke. A thief getting caught could easily be killed. And this guy was a pirate—he wouldn't care one bit.
"Even? What part of this is even? I spared your life out of sheer rcy."
Ryuji grabbed her wrists. Nami saw her chance. She swung her leg up, aiming for his balls.
But he was faster.
With a smooth move, he pinned her leg with his own, holding her down completely.
His strength was overwhelming. Nami finally realized—she'd ssed up. Badly.
Nami had noticed the Buggy Pirates' ship was temporarily unmanned. The mont the crew left, she snuck aboard, intending to loot whatever valuables the other pirates might have left behind. Her plan was simple: impersonate a mber of this ship's crew and sneak into Buggy's treasure hold under false pretenses.
Once chaos broke out between the two pirate groups, she'd quietly disappear with the spoils—just like she'd done many tis before.
But what she hadn't counted on… was soone still being aboard—and soone this strong.
Am I really going to get locked up in the basent?!
The thought sent a chill through her. She was truly beginning to worry. If this guy—really intended to capture her, there was nothing she could do to resist.
His strength was overwhelming. She couldn't even move a muscle under his grip.
As she looked up into his eyes, her heart raced. She was caught, and she knew it.
Under her wide, fearful gaze, Ryuji pinned both her wrists effortlessly with one hand, while the other groped roughly at her chest. The softness pleased him, but his fingers easily traced the prominent ribs beneath. Ignoring Nami's furious grimace, he yanked up her shirt—only to confirm his suspicion.
She was practically skin and bones.
Any arousal he had felt evaporated instantly. Robin, who was far more physically mature, had still winced in pain beneath him. With Nami's current frail fra? If he indulged himself fully, she'd probably break.
Too fragile. Too thin.
Her body simply couldn't handle it.
His hand slipped beneath her shorts once more, probing and inspecting. The findings remained the sa - while potential existed, malnutrition had left her body underdeveloped.
It made sense, really. Nami's childhood had been one of constant struggle, enduring beatings while scrimping every berry. Only after joining the Straw Hats, with regular als and proper rest, would she blossom into that voluptuous form. Robin's case proved similar - appealing now, but truly spectacular later.
A sigh escaped his lips. "You're all skin and bones. Frankly, it's killing the mood."
Nami nodded frantically. This was her first ti after all! "Y-Yeah, I know… That's why I thought maybe I could… make it up to you in so other way-"
"So I've decided!"
"Huh?" Nami blinked, confused.
"I'll use your mom today, then I'll take care of you for a while… and then decide how to use you.!"
"WHAT?!"
Without giving her ti to react, Ryuji gave her a thumbs-up with a teasing smile as he tied her hands and feet with practiced ease.
Nami twitched her lips in disbelief. "Um… I'm an orphan, you know. My adoptive mother passed away a long ti ago."
Her voice lowered as she spoke, genuine sadness flickering in her expression. But Ryuji, ever mischievous, couldn't help but stir the pot.
"Well, dying early has its perks!"
"…What?!"
Nami stared at him, incredulous. If she ever got free, she swore she'd beat him senseless.
But in the next mont, a golden light shimred in his hand—and before Nami's widening eyes, Bell-mère—the woman who had died protecting her from Arlong—materialized in shock, instantly scooped into Ryuji's arms.
"Hey, ma'am, your daughter stole sothing from , are you interested in using your body to help her settle this matter?"
He looked at Bellmère and asked jokingly.
And with that, he gave Bell-mère a firm pat on the butt.
How to describe it?
Decent feel, he thought idly.
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