One Piece: Ero Saiyan

As soon as they entered the office, they saw someone standing by the window, smoking, without turning to face them.

It was a beautiful woman with long, light pink hair, wearing purple sunglasses resting atop her head, and a red-pink suit.

Her waist was slim, but her figure wasn't skinny. The buttons on her blazer were slightly undone, revealing part of her full waist. Her lower body was well-proportioned and straight, and even though her long legs were covered by trousers, they still looked slender and shapely.

Once the two entered, the officer who had escorted them silently closed the door.

The masked duo—Pig and Dog—had no intention of speaking first. They waited quietly for the other party to initiate the conversation.

And so, they remained standing until the woman finished her cigarette, turned, and snuffed it out in the ashtray on her desk.

Only then did she sit down—Hina, commander of Marine Branch G22 and the base's highest-ranking officer. She crossed her legs and arms, then gazed at them intently.

With a calm and mocking tone, she said:

"As expected from the World Government's elites… You sure know how to stay composed under pressure. Now, tell me—what brings you to Hina's branch?"

Hearing her finally speak, the two agents dropped the pretense. This time, the short and chubby CP0 agent wearing the pig mask responded:

"Our target is the individual who recently caused a great stir in your region—killed Crocodile—and who's been temporarily designated as 'Sand Ape'."

"We require Marine Branch G22's cooperation to proceed with operations and travel to Alabasta."

"It's all because of this man, after all."

Upon hearing this, Hina didn't look surprised in the slightest. It was almost as if she'd anticipated it. No one else came to mind who could prompt CP0 to act personally at a time like this.

"I have no problem cooperating. But as far as I know, the Government hasn't issued a bounty on Peter yet. And that title, 'Sand Ape'? This is the first time I've heard it. So, are you here to capture him? Or is there another objective?"

"Please give us some indication, so our Marines can prepare accordingly."

"Apologies. We cannot answer that question."

"Colonel, your only duty is to carry out the World Government's orders. Leave the rest to us."

After that, the pig-masked agent fell silent, and both pairs of eyes behind the masks stared quietly at Hina, awaiting her reply.

Realizing she would get no more out of them, Hina sighed inwardly and cursed the Government in her heart. She picked up the phone on the table and gave the order in a bitter tone:

"Deploy three warships. Prepare to set sail for Alabasta."

Then she hung up, stood, grabbed the Justice coat from the back of her chair, and headed for the door.

"You two are coming. And I'll accompany you personally. I seem to have taken an interest in that man. Let's just call this a Government-funded vacation."

As she left and closed the door behind her, the two men exchanged a short glance and then silently followed her.

[R18]-----

Meanwhile, in Peter's office…

After Robin left the room, silence fell between them. Vivi's breathing was slightly quickened, her mind racing with anticipation of what might happen next.

Peter, noticing this, darkened his gaze. He stood from his chair and walked toward the couch where Vivi sat, settling beside her with a sly smirk.

Before she could react, his lips crashed against hers. The sudden kiss stole her breath, freezing her in shock—never in her wildest dreams had she imagined her first kiss would be like this!

At first, she resisted weakly, but as he deepened the kiss, hungry and relentless, she slowly surrendered to her fate.

Peter's hand found her breast, squeezing with fervor. Vivi gasped, her body trembling at the unexpected touch. "Hngh—!"

Seizing the moment, he slid his tongue into her mouth, teasing and dominating as he pleased.

Every caress sent shivers through her, igniting a fire that grew hotter by the second. Her heart pounded wildly—So this is what kissing feels like! And his hand… my breasts will turn to dough at this rate!

Riiip!

The sound of tearing fabric snapped Vivi back to reality. She instinctively covered her chest with one hand while the other pushed against Peter's shoulder—though her resistance was futile.

Peter, overpowering her effortlessly, caught her wrist and dragged his lips from her fingers up to her shoulder, then lower, where her right hand still shielded her breast. With ease, he peeled her hand away, knowing her protests were mere bashfulness.

He ignored her tomato-red face and hamster-like pout, his fingers slowly pinching and rolling her nipple until her body quivered beneath him.

His mouth closed over one peak, sucking and teasing with his tongue while his other hand skillfully toyed with her neglected bud.

"Ahh—!!" A moan burst from Vivi's lips as pleasure arched her back instinctively.

Fear of the unknown melted into delicious anticipation, like parched earth welcoming long-awaited rain. Every muscle trembled under primal commands.

His hand trailed down her waist, tracing slow, deliberate patterns along her pants before slipping between her legs.

The moment his fingers neared her core, Vivi's eyes flew open, a flicker of clarity returning.

"No."

She mustered her will, pressing both hands against his head to push him away—but Peter was immovable. His eyes glinted as he sucked her nipple harder, sending another shockwave of sensation through her.

Then—Riiip!

The undeniable sound of fabric tearing jolted her.

"P-Peteerrr—!"

Her breath hitched as his hand shredded her underwear in one swift motion, the suddenness wrenching a scream from her.

Peter was far from done. His fingers moved with deliberate slowness over her clit, sparking tremors down her spine. Her body betrayed her, shaking under his touch, breaths fracturing like waves of weakness.

Strength faded as she bit her hand to stifle her moans. Overwhelmed, she writhed helplessly on the couch, her body craving more.

The sight of her unraveling only sharpened his hunger. Without hesitation, he buried his face between her thighs, his warm breath ghosting over her before his tongue dragged a long, torturous lick across her clit.

"Ah—!"

Vivi gasped, shuddering at the sudden stimulation. But Peter didn't stop.

He feasted on her, licking hungrily while his fingers found her entrance.

One finger. Then two.

Her entire body convulsed, her mind vanishing under a flood of pleasure. Resistance evaporated as she panted, lips parting in a silent scream. It was too much. Not enough. She didn't know what she wanted—only that she needed more.

"Ah! Ah! P-Peter!"

"M-more…!"

Peter laughed at her sudden surrender to ecstasy. Deeming her ready, he stripped and freed his throbbing cock from its confines.

Vivi's eyes widened at the sight—thick, veined, and far larger than she'd imagined. It's huge…! Even after reading about such things, the reality made her tremble. Will I even fit…?

She scrambled backward, but Peter caught her ankle, dragging her close. He rubbed his length against her soaked folds, coating himself in her arousal.

"Ah!" Vivi cried out as he pushed in slowly.

Peter whispered against her lips, brushing her hair back. "Relax."

He carried her to the adjacent bedroom, stripped her gently, and tucked her under the blankets before turning to leave.

But Vivi's eyes fluttered open. Her hand shot out, gripping his wrist.

Peter moved again, thrusting with slow precision, hitting the same spot until he finally shattered her. After a brief pause—just long enough for her to catch her breath—she gasped, "Keep going."

He obliged, each measured stroke stretching her to fit him, waves of pleasure pulling soft whimpers from her lips as she climbed steadily toward climax.

He flipped her atop him in a cowgirl position.

"Come on, cowgirl. This cock needs riding," he growled.

With his encouragement, Vivi bounced on him, her movements growing frantic until a strange pressure built—Am I going to pee?! But she knew it wasn't that… it was something else.

"Peter, I'm—I'm coming!"

"Wait—let's finish together!"

A few more thrusts, and they erupted in unison, a flood from her and his release competing to drench the couch beneath them.

Elsewhere, Vivi collapsed into Peter's chest, breathing slowly and heavily. The traces of tears still marked her cheeks, and her flushed face trembled as she gasped.

Despite her exhaustion, she raised her head and looked up at him with determination, asking in a trembling voice:

"A-Are you really going to let Alabasta fall...? If my body can save this country, then… I'll sell myself to you."

Her voice was firm, but carried just enough weakness to stir a man's protective instincts.

If Peter hadn't been worried about her current physical condition—especially since it was her first time—he might not have let her off so easily.

He gently lifted her, laid her on the sofa, covered her with a blanket, then leaned down and softly pinched her cheek, gazing into her eyes.

"From the beginning, I never wanted this country. You're just... the reward I earned for eliminating that crocodile on behalf of the royal family."

"As for Alabasta's future… that depends entirely on your performance—and your father's."

"If he can hand you over without causing me trouble through some foolish outburst..."

"Then I wouldn't mind letting Alabasta bear my name."

He released her hand, smoothed the blanket over her, and turned to leave.

At the very last moment, before closing the door, he glanced once more into her teary eyes and said:

"I'll give you a chance tomorrow to speak with your father and try to convince him."

Then he shut the door firmly behind him, leaving Vivi staring at it in stunned silence, trying to process what had just happened.

Evening had fallen, and the Rain Banquet was at its peak.

When Peter appeared in the casino's main hall, many of the guests immediately recognized him.

He was now regarded as the new boss of the Rain Banquet—the man who defeated Crocodile, one of the Shichibukai.

"Mr. Peter!"

"Good evening, Mr. Peter!"

"What an honor! You look even more charming in person!"

"Mr. Peter, are you free tonight? Want to go out with me?"

...

Peter passed through the crowd with a smile, nodding in response to the greetings, politely refusing the invitations.

He avoided the overly dolled-up women whose heavy makeup and strong perfume made him sneeze.

After some effort to shake off the crowd, he headed straight for the front desk, where Robin stood, watching the scene unfold with a smile.

With a smirk, Peter remarked:

"My dear manager… Isn't it your job to step in when your boss is drowning? Instead of standing there enjoying the show?"

Among the three women currently close to Peter, he still felt Robin was the most in sync with him. Even his tone with her was more casual—a mix of teasing and mock complaints.

Robin, seeing he wasn't scolding her, seemed to be in an excellent mood.

Peter could tell she wasn't taking his words seriously.

In high spirits, he casually wrapped an arm around her slim waist. Robin leaned obediently into his arms and chuckled:

"Hmm, seems Vivi wasn't enough for you. Didn't you enjoy it?"

Peter shot back sarcastically, "You and I both know what I'm capable of. You think once is enough to satisfy me?"

The two of them exited the Rain Banquet together—one chatting away, the other taking mental notes—in perfect silent harmony.

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I came, I learned, I wrote.

This chapter hit the 2,000-word word. I wanted to split it into two chapters but look at me now... One chapter. Sigh. As always, writing the spicy stuff is mentally exhausting, but hey I think I'm finally getting the hang of it after browsing some… very educational Reddit threads.

Anyway, I'm off for a nap. I'll finish the other three chapters once I wake up. Don't forget to drop a review and toss me some stones.

Let's hit 3,000 collections, shall we?