One Piece: Ero Saiyan

Robin followed Peter's direction, gazing up at the sky with a surprised expression.

The sky? Could it be a Sky Island? I've heard rumors about such places... but are they really real?

She furrowed her brow, resting her chin on one hand, mumbling to herself like a scholar lost in thought.

Peter chuckled at her reaction. "Take your time guessing. All I can say is—the secrets of the Saiyans will definitely surprise you."

"Ah~ then I'm truly looking forward to it," she replied with a curious look, though she made no mention of the other part of their supposed 'deal'—giving Peter a child.

Peter smirked. "So it's true what they say: beautiful women are born actresses. You pretended to care about Saiyan secrets just to get me to lower my guard."

"Or maybe... you've already started plotting your escape."

Robin covered her mouth in mock shock, feigning innocence."Ara~ Ara~ Looks like I've been found out. So, what punishment does our mighty Lord Peter have in mind?"

Seeing her playfully vulnerable expression, Peter stepped forward and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Don't forget—you brought this on yourself. You're the one who suggested the punishment, and I'm just turning your words into action." Peter stepped forward, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her into his embrace. A wicked idea for a sadistic punishment—one he'd once seen online—flashed through his mind, and he was eager to try it.

He abruptly pulled her mouth to his and kissed her. Then, in a sudden move, his hand shot up to pinch her nose shut.

Robin was stunned by the sudden loss of oxygen. Instinctively, she gasped for air—only for Peter to seal her lips with his tongue.

"This bastard is trying to kill me! But… somehow, I'm starting to like it? No, no—wake up, Robin! Don't let him drag you down this path!" With a jolt of clarity, she finally remembered the word resist. She yanked herself to the other side of the bed, panting heavily.

But as soon as she caught her breath, she instinctively pushed him away and stepped aside, regaining her composure.

Moments later, after silently regaining her breath, Robin stood as if nothing had happened. She straightened her clothes and turned to Peter."My boat's off the coast. Want a ride back?"

Peter stood up, brushing himself off. "Your boat? From now on, it's mine."

Robin didn't object. She simply smiled."Let's head back to Alabasta."

On a small sailboat by the shore, Baroque Works agents gathered in small groups, chatting idly while leaning on the railing.

They were used to their Vice President, Miss all Sunday, occasionally going off on solo excursions.She usually returned within two or three days.

"Hey! Look, it's the VP! She's back already!"

One bored agent spotted Robin emerging from the forest—and to everyone's surprise, she wasn't alone.

Who's that man with her? the agents wondered.

Robin, noticing their curious stares, gave immediate instructions:"Some of you, help carry our things onto the ship. We're setting sail soon."

"Yes, Vice President!"

Clearly, Robin commanded great respect. Several agents rushed to help, carrying Peter's bags and even the head of the pirate Margin.

"Wait... isn't this Margin's head? That slippery pirate who kept evading us for months? Did you take him down, Vice President?!"

Robin didn't respond but simply glanced at Peter instead.

The agent followed her gaze and stared at the unfamiliar man.Peter, noticing, smiled and gestured casually.

"Thanks for the help. Could you trade this head—and the gold and jewels—for beli?"

"O-oh, sure! Not a problem!" the agent replied instinctively. But then he paused, realizing the request didn't follow protocol, and turned to Robin.

"Just do as he says," she said calmly.

With her approval, the agent nodded and moved quickly.

"It's good to have followers who obey you. It'll be much easier for them to handle these trivial problems instead of you." Then he thought, 'Once I reach my destination, I'll need to find a way to train. My bloodline is already feeling an uncomfortable itch, and simply gaining strength from girls alone won't be enough!'

Peter glanced at Robin with a hint of envy as she issued orders to her crew. He, too, wanted to gather a few loyal followers of his own.

When Robin overheard his muttering, she chuckled and took the initiative to approach him. "Ah, didn't you say earlier that my ship is your ship? That means my followers are already yours. If you want, I can hand them over to you anytime."

"Hmph~" Though he knew Robin wasn't entirely serious, Peter figured there was no harm in rewarding her—after a little punishment, of course. "You never cease to surprise me. As expected of a clever girl like you."

Admitting to himself that he wasn't particularly sharp-witted—neither here nor in his previous world—Peter was no cunning mastermind. Especially in an era like this, where the sea reigned supreme—a place he'd only ever visited on vacations—he lacked any deep strategies or knowledge. That's why having a capable woman like Robin by his side would be a huge help in guiding him.

He patted her head and praised her sincerely, then suddenly pulled her close to reward Robin with a kiss.

a kiss—one Robin anticipated and welcomed without resistance.

Click!

Peter thought he heard glass shatter.

He looked up and noticed several crew members gawking at them, mouths wide open in disbelief.

In response, Peter wrapped his arm tightly around Robin's waist and kissed her again—right in front of everyone.

"Mm… you really do taste sweet," he teased.

"Who the heck is this guy?! How dare he get that close to our goddess?!"

Under the burning gazes of the Baroque agents, Peter boarded the ship, officially joining the return journey to Alabasta.

Throughout the trip, Peter's bold behavior with Robin left the crew fuming with envy—some even considered challenging him to a duel.

But after witnessing Peter take down a 12-meter-long Sea King with a single shot and casually mention wanting to feast on it, they quickly abandoned that idea.

Robin, the true authority aboard, allowed Peter's antics.Still, Peter knew she wasn't someone to be taken lightly. The so-called "Devil's Child" wouldn't submit so easily.

Far away in Alabasta's Rainbase, the so-called City of Dreams...

Inside the casino headquarters, Crocodile sat in a gloomy mood, gripping his Den Den Mushi tightly.

"So that woman, Nico Robin, got herself captured? Useless garbage."

He had just received a coded message from her, indicating she was temporarily a hostage and returning to Alabasta with her captor.

Immediately, he dispatched one of his elite agents to retrieve her upon arrival.

"Idiot. You had to get caught at such a sensitive time. If the government finds out where you are, everything will fall apart—and if that happens, I'll grind you into dust."