One Piece: Marine Luffy, Garp regrets it

"What are you talking about? I am a real man!" Yamato's voice boomed, her expression indignant. "Even if your room is enticing, I will never allow you to insult me like this!"

"Hey—what?!" Olivia exclaimed, her gaze dropping in disbelief to the "white hills" that Yamato so adamantly claimed belonged to a man.

How could this be a man? Have I been wrong about women all these years? Olivia's thoughts swirled in confusion.

"You're being ridiculous!" Olivia said, her voice urgent as she tried to reason with Yamato. "I'm jealous, but this condition is so simple! Just agree to it already!"

But Yamato wasn't having it. She turned on her heel and stormed away, her voice echoing with outrage. "Humph! I don't want your room! Insulting me like this—I don't like you anymore!"

As her angry footsteps faded, the swimsuit she had discarded lay forgotten on the ground. Olivia looked at it, then at Yamato's retreating figure, her expression one of utter bewilderment.

"What just happened?" Olivia asked, turning to Hancock.

Hancock bit her finger, her usual composure wavering. Yamato's stubbornness was proving more challenging than she had anticipated. How can anyone be this dense and obstinate? she thought, her frustration mounting.

No matter, Hancock resolved internally. For Luffy's praise, I'll endure this foolish girl—even if it takes months to correct her mindset!

Half an hour passed swiftly.

The sound of the elevator's arrival broke the calm as Ain, Hina, and Kujaku stepped out together. Behind them, however, was an unexpected addition: Vice Admiral Gion, also known as "Momousagi" (Peach Rabbit).

"Hmm, not bad," Gion remarked, her sharp eyes taking in the pristine environment and luxurious facilities of Stormbreaker. "Little Luffy sure knows how to live in style."

Before Gion could explore further, Kujaku moved to block her path, her feathers metaphorically ruffled. "Alright, you've seen enough. Time to head back. Don't make me force you!"

Ignoring Kujaku's protest, Gion reached out and pinched the younger woman's cheek with a teasing smile. "Oh, don't be so feisty, little Kujaku," Gion said. But as soon as her fingers brushed against Kujaku's skin, her teasing expression faltered.

"Wait a minute… your skin," Gion said, her eyes narrowing in disbelief. "It's so smooth. Have you been using some kind of special cosmetic? You'd better share it with your sister!"

Kujaku, initially ready to shove Gion away, paused. A mischievous smirk spread across her face. "What's the matter? Feeling envious?" she taunted. "Afraid of showing your age?"

Before Gion could retort, Kujaku grabbed her hand and placed it against her own cheek, letting her feel the smoothness of her skin.

"You have to admit, it's pretty amazing, isn't it?" Kujaku gloated.

Veins visibly throbbed on Gion's forehead as her irritation grew. But despite her mounting annoyance, the sensation of Kujaku's skin left her unnerved. The flawless texture was undeniable, and it only made Gion more self-conscious.

How is this possible? Gion wondered, her thoughts racing. Her skin feels like it's been completely renewed. Even the small imperfections are gone!

Seeing Gion's expression turn from annoyance to alarm, Kujaku couldn't resist rubbing it in. "Aww, what's wrong, Gion Grandma? Feeling insecure?" she said mockingly.

Hina and Ain, who had been silently watching the scene unfold, exchanged amused glances. They gave Kujaku discreet thumbs-ups before quickly excusing themselves.

"We'll find Hancock," Ain said hastily, tugging Hina along as they disappeared down the corridor.

Now alone with Gion, Kujaku's confidence soared. "What's with the glare, old lady? Want me to tell you my secret?" she teased, leaning closer.

Gion's jaw clenched, but her curiosity got the better of her. "Fine," she said, her voice low. "Tell me."

Kujaku smirked triumphantly. "Not just my face—my whole body is like this now. Here, feel for yourself!"

Before Gion could protest, Kujaku grabbed her hand and pressed it against her abdomen, her waist, and even her thighs.

The more Gion examined, the more unnerved she became. The flawless texture wasn't just limited to Kujaku's face—it extended to every inch of her skin. Even minor blemishes and freckles that Gion vaguely remembered noticing before were completely gone.

This realization left Gion both impressed and slightly panicked. As a woman, what's more important than beauty? she thought.

In the world of pirates, many women struggled to maintain their appearances as they aged. Even those with power, wealth, and strength often found their beauty fading over time. To Gion, who prided herself on her accomplishments but also valued her appearance, this revelation was both inspiring and unsettling.

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