One Piece: Lord of the Weather Chapter 82 82: Jinny

A full month had passed since Bekori's fall. A month of continuous work, of reforms, of putting things in order.

The royal palace had been completely transford. It was no longer the palace of a defeated king. It had beco the headquarters of the Pablo Family. The halls were gleaming, the marble floors polished, the gardens trimd. The gym was complete, the hot spring was ready, and the eting room and all the facilities Pablo wanted were done.

In the kingdom, things had stabilized. Baldog's decrees helped calm the atmosphere, and raising the price of herbs made the farrs more loyal to the new crown. Sorbet's army was now completely under the control of Pablo's n. The navy as well. Anyone who tried to object was replaced with a more obedient man. There was no room for opposition.

And Marco's family had arrived. His father, his mother, and his little sister. They were living with him in his new palace. Marco was happy. For the first ti in years, his family was with him, safe.

Pablo did not visit them. He left them to their family. But he sent them gifts: food, clothes, and enough money to last them for years.

Marco thanked him silently. He didn't need words.

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In her western wing of the palace, Jinny stood before the large mirror. The room was quiet, the first rays of sunlight creeping through the large window overlooking the sea. She was alone. She was smiling.

She opened the wardrobe. She took out her new clothes.

The sports bra was very small, black, barely covering her chest. It left most of her chest exposed, accentuating its shape boldly. The fabric was thin and clung to her body.

The skirt was very short, black, extrely tight. It was made of shiny, soft leather. She wore nothing underneath. The skirt barely covered her buttocks, and was so tight it traced every curve of her body. It accentuated her round buttocks, her full thighs, and her slender waist.

The sheer silk scarf was light pink, covering only her shoulders, trailing behind her. It hid nothing, but it made her more alluring.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She was tempting. She knew that. She smiled.

She tied her long pink hair into a high ponytail. She put on light lipstick. Her perfu was fragrant.

She took a deep breath. Then she left the room.

She opened the door. She began to walk.

Her steps were slow, deliberate. The silk scarf fluttered behind her. The short skirt swayed with each step.

The corridor was long, narrow, lit by old oil lamps on the walls. There were guards, servants, and soldiers. She didn't care.

The first to see her was a young guard. He froze. His eyes widened. He opened his mouth, then closed it. His eyes followed her.

The second was an elderly servant. The clothes fell from his hands. He stood there looking at her, his mouth open.

The third was a soldier sitting on a chair. He nearly spilled his coffee. His hand trembled.

The fourth was an officer in his forties. He stopped mid-sentence. His companion followed his gaze and froze as well.

Jinny felt their stares. She knew where they were looking. She was hot. She felt heat flood her body. Her walk beca more swaying.

She was thinking of Pablo. Of the way he would look at her. Of the way he would reach out his hand. She was waiting for that.

She reached the gym door. It was closed. She heard Pablo's voice inside.

She stood before the door for a mont. She took a deep breath. She smiled.

Then she opened the door. She entered.

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The Gym

Pablo was training in the middle of the hall. He had not stopped training any day since he started.

He wore black pants and a white shirt wet with sweat. His muscles were prominent.

When he heard the door open, he stopped. He turned.

He froze. His eyes widened.

She stood at the entrance.

"Jinny..." he whispered. His voice was hoarse.

"I wanted to join you in training."

"With... with what do you intend to train?"

"With my body."

"Co here. I'll train you well."

They stood facing each other. Pablo began explaining fighting stances. But his eyes were elsewhere.

"Like this." he said, placing his hands on her waist. His hands touched her soft skin. His fingers pressed gently.

He moved his hands up her back. He touched her spine. His touches were long, slow.

"This spine needs strengthening."

"Will you strengthen it?"

"I'll try."

He moved to a new position. His body was now behind her. He held her arms from behind. His chest touched her back. She felt his hard muscles.

"Raise your arms. Like this."

She raised her arms. The short skirt rose higher.

He moved his hands along her arms. Down to her shoulders. Then to her waist. Then to her hip.

Jinny shuddered.

He asked her to kick. She kicked gently. He caught her foot. He lifted it higher. Her thigh muscles stretched.

"That's a good kick."

He didn't release her foot. He kept holding it. She looked at him. She was smiling.

He kept her foot raised for long seconds. His eyes were on hers.

Suddenly he looked down and was surprised by the sight.

He let her go suddenly. She almost fell. He caught her by the waist. She was now in his arms. Pressed against him.

"You're doing this on purpose."

"I'm not doing anything. You know what you did."

His eyes were on hers. Then they moved to her lips. To her neck. To her chest.

She didn't lower her eyes. She was smiling.

The training continued for a full hour. He held her, touched her, corrected her stances. She rubbed against him. She felt his muscles.

When the training ended, Jinny was exhausted. Her face was red. She was smiling.

"You're tired." said Pablo.

"A little."

"Do you want to relax?"

"What do you suggest?"

"The hot spring. The backyard. I've finished preparing it."

She looked at him. "Alone?"

"With ."

She was silent for a mont. Then she smiled.

"Alright."

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The Hot Spring

Minutes later, they t at the entrance to the new bathhouse. The place was beautiful. White marble floors, stone columns, large glass windows overlooking the garden. Steam rose from the hot water, making the vision hazy.

Pablo wore a white towel wrapped around his waist. The muscles of his chest and arms were fully exposed.

Jinny wore a very small towel wrapped around her chest, and another around her waist. Her shoulders and long legs were fully exposed.

They entered together. They sat on the edge of the spring. They dipped their feet in the hot water first.

"The water is perfect." Jinny whispered.

He looked at her. She was looking at the water. Her pink hair was slightly damp from the steam. Her face was flushed.

Then, without saying a word, Pablo stood up. He removed the towel from around his waist.

Jinny didn't see anything. The water was hot, the mist thick. But she knew. She heard the sound. She felt heat flood her body.

"Pablo... what are you doing?"

"I can't relax wearing wet clothes."

He went down into the water. He sat down. The water covered his body up to his chest.

"Won't you enjoy the spring wearing towels?"

She hesitated for a mont. Then she stood up. She removed the towel from around her waist.

Pablo didn't see anything either. But he heard. He felt heat flood his body.

Jinny went down into the water. She sat opposite him. The water covered her body up to her shoulders.

They looked at each other. They both knew that nothing covered them now. They both knew they were completely naked. The mist and water were all that separated them.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yes. And you?"

"Better than I've been in months."

She smiled. She felt safe. She felt free. She felt his breath close.

He reached out his hand under the water. He touched her hand. She didn't pull away.

He held her fingers. He squeezed them gently.

"Pablo..."

"Yes?"

"Don't stop."

He smiled. He didn't let go of her hand.

They remained like this. Her hand in his. Their eyes in each other's. The hot water enveloped them. The mist hid them from the world.

Then, without speaking, Pablo moved toward her.

The water moved with him. The mist hid the details of his movent. But she felt him approaching.

He reached her. His face was now centiters from hers.

"Pablo!!..."

She whispered his na. She didn't retreat.

He placed his hand on her cheek. He touched her soft skin. The water was hot, but his touch was hotter.

Then he leaned in. He kissed her.

His kiss was soft at first. Light. Hesitant. Like soone testing the water before diving.

Jinny didn't pull away. Didn't push him. She just closed her eyes. She let herself go for a mont.

The kiss grew stronger. Deeper. More needy.

His hand moved from her cheek to her neck. Then to her shoulder. Then to her back. Her skin was soft, warm, burning under his fingers.

Her hand also moved. She touched his chest. She felt his hard muscles. She felt his heart beating fast. It was beating like hers.

The kiss lasted for long seconds. Perhaps minutes. They didn't feel the ti.

When they parted, they were both breathing hard. The mist was still thick. The water was still hot.

Jinny looked into his eyes. His eyes were dark, burning.

"Pablo..."

He didn't say more. He didn't need to.

They stayed close. Her face centiters from his. Her body touching his under the water.

Pablo did not want to rush things. He knew she was in his hands now, and he could have her anyti he wanted.

After a while, they went to their rooms and parted.

Jinny lay in bed that night thinking of his hands. Of his touches. Of his kiss. Of everything.

She couldn't sleep for hours. She smiled in the darkness. She was happy.