One Piece: Ero Saiyan

After entering the room, Peter saw Carina standing at the door, hesitant to step inside. Without thinking, he reached out and pulled her in.

"We're already here. How could I possibly let you run away? Come on in!"

At first, Carina wanted to resist, but she quickly realized the overwhelming difference in strength.

…

Peter recalled a foreign war movie he had seen as a child. The plot centered around a seasoned soldier entering a dense jungle with his rifle. Despite all his battle experience, he lost his way in the thicket. The more he tried to find a way out, the deeper he sank.

As night fell, the feeling of isolation and pressure closed in on him like a rising tide from all directions. Eventually, he snapped, firing his gun wildly, one shot after another, simply to vent his fear.

He couldn't escape. His ammo ran out, and the barrel of the gun became warped from the heat.

The movie ended with a close-up shot of a lone rifle abandoned deep within the jungle.

When Peter watched the film for the first time, he didn't understand a thing… not even the meaning behind that final shot.

"Pop~"

Peter popped open a wine bottle, glanced at Carina sleeping beside him—her back turned to him—then slowly sipped a glass before dozing off.

[For those still clueless—yes, Peter had sex with Carina. And let's just say, it wasn't exactly a smooth pussycat [untrimmed]? Let your imagination fill in the rest…]

...

In the middle of the night, the purple-haired girl who appeared to be in a deep sleep suddenly opened her eyes.

Moving cautiously and silently, she turned toward Peter. Even asleep, he looked annoyingly handsome. She muttered under her breath:

"Idiot… Did you really think you got me for free?"

She carefully lifted the blanket and sat up. But as soon as she stood, her legs gave out and she collapsed to the side.

Fortunately, she caught herself on the bedside table and avoided a fall. She looked back in panic and let out a sigh of relief when she saw Peter still fast asleep.

"Sleeping like a dead pig… You deserve to be robbed."

She tiptoed toward the corner of the room where the prominently displayed safe was located. But she didn't rush to open it. Instead, she started feeling around the adjacent wall with suspicion.

"Heh, such an obvious trap... Who puts a safe out in the open like that?"

Despite her experience, she couldn't find any trace of a hidden door. She checked the walls, the lamps, even the paintings—but nothing.

Then suddenly, someone handed her a flashlight.

"It's pretty dark. Let's use this."

"What perfect timing. Thanks!" she replied instinctively, only to freeze the moment she realized what she'd just done.

She slowly turned her head. In the darkness, all she could see was a tall, ominous silhouette behind her.

Click. — The flashlight turned on.

Click. — It turned off again immediately.

Though the light had only been on for a second, it was long enough for Carina to see clearly who was standing behind her.

"I'm done for…"

Peter turned on the main light in the room and looked down at Carina curled up on the floor, her hands over her head, trembling violently.

He smiled.

"What's the matter, little Carina? Decided to use the bathroom at this hour?"

Carina trembled and stammered, "Y-Yes… I just… woke up to use the restroom."

Peter chuckled.

"Strange. First time I've seen someone use a safe as a toilet."

"I'm… new here. I don't know the room layout yet."

She mumbled the words unwillingly and quickly bolted for the bathroom to keep up the act.

But before she could get far, Peter grabbed her wrist. The pain was intense, as if her bones were about to shatter.

He dragged her to the safe, entered a random code, and popped it open with ease.

"I don't like making things complicated. Everything I've got is right here."

Carina turned to look. Inside were stacks of large-denomination bills, and neatly arranged gold bars—hundreds of kilograms at least.

"So much… way too much…"

"You want some of it? If you're sincere, I might consider it."

Carina instinctively nodded, then quickly shook her head to correct herself.

"Boss… please, just let me use the bathroom first."

Peter let go.

But the moment he released her, Carina shouted, "Die, you pervert!" and launched a high kick at his face.

Peter didn't budge. It was as if his feet were nailed to the ground.

Carina collapsed, clutching her leg.

"Ow! Are you made of iron?!"

Peter laughed. "You not only tried to rob me, but you dared to attack me too? Impressive. That means your punishment will be doubled. From now on, you're my prisoner. Not only do I own your body, but you'll sing for me every day until you've paid your debt!"

Despite her resistance, Peter carried her and threw her back onto the bed.

"As for how much the fine is—and how many years it'll take to pay off—that depends on my mood. No room for negotiation."

Carina shouted:

"This is unjust! I'll report you to the World Government!"

Peter just laughed.

"Go ahead. If you can actually contact them, I'll consider it."

...

The next morning, Peter sat on his executive chair, staring blankly at three people standing before him—from CP0 and the Marines.

"What the hell?!" he screamed internally.

"I was joking! And now agents from the World Government are at my door?!

Is my mouth… cursed?!"

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