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Luffy, sprawled out on the deck of the Thousand Sunny, basked in the warm sun. His eyes, forever bright with innocent curiosity, roamed the ship's surface. Suddenly, he caught movement at the stern and perked up. There, on the railing, stood Nico Robin, her dark hair a cascade of loose waves in the gentle breeze. A playful, mischievous grin tugged at the corners of her lips.

The Straw Hat Pirates' resident archaeologist and historian seemed lost in thought, her arms crossed and one leg lifted, boot tapping a staccato rhythm against the rail. Luffy's gaze was drawn to her hips, the way her skirt swished and danced with each step. A sudden realization struck him - Robin was twerking!

Luffy's mouth fell open, his eyes wide as saucers. He'd never seen anything like it. Robin's fluid, sensual movements captivated him, like a mesmerizing dance of the gods. His hands itched to join in, to participate in this unknown yet captivating rhythm.

Robin's performance was a slow, sultry dance, hips swaying and rolling, her slender form undulating to an unheard beat. She was lost in her own world, a vision of dark elegance set against the blue expanse of the Grand Line. The crew, busy with their tasks, remained oblivious to the impromptu spectacle.

As Robin's dance intensified, her hips wiggling and jerking in time, Luffy felt an odd sensation stirring within him. It was unfamiliar, a tingling warmth that spread from his belly to his chest, and downward to his groin. Confused yet entranced, he watched, drinking in every sway and dip of her skirt, every flash of her long, toned legs.

Robin, oblivious to the effect she had on her captain, focused solely on the primal, liberating thrill of movement. Her dance was an expression of freedom

As Robin's dance reached a crescendo, her hips shaking with wild abandon, she leaned forward, the wind teasing her skirt up to expose a tantalizing glimpse of her bottom clad in lacy underwear. The crew, now alerted by Luffy's gasp, froze, their gazes snapping to the display. Robin held the pose for a fleeting moment before straightening, a triumphant glint in her eye. She flashed a smug smile, knowing her innocent captain had just witnessed his first taste of adult intimacy, no matter how unintended the reaction.

Luffy, his mind reeling from the sight, struggled to process the strange sensations coursing through him. He had never felt such heat before, a warm, buzzing energy that seemed to pulse in time with Robin's dance. All he knew was that he wanted to watch her, to bask in the joy and freedom that seemed to radiate from her.

Robin, satisfied with Luffy's reaction, turned to face him directly. She struck a provocative pose, hands on hips, her skirt riding up to mid-thigh, displaying a glimpse of toned thighs. "That's how you truly live, Luffy," she said, her voice husky with pride and passion, "unburdened by societal constraints." Her eyes gleamed with a knowing light, recognizing the captain's pure, guileless nature as the perfect canvas for her exhibition.

Luffy, transfixed, nodded enthusiastically, his thumbs hooked in his belt loops. "It looked fun, Robin! You should dance more often!" His innocent admiration for her display was refreshing, a welcome absence of judgment or lust. Robin beamed, the praise striking a chord within her. She loved that Luffy saw her like this - a free spirit, unshackled by the shackles of propriety.

As the crew resumed their duties, whispering and snickering, Robin sauntered over to Luffy, her hips swaying with each step

Nami, ever vigilant from the crow's nest, spotted the scene unfolding below. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she witnessed Robin's daring dance, the revealing flash of undergarments, and Luffy's open-mouthed wonder. She hastened down the rigging, her pace frantic.

As she descended, Robin caught sight of her approaching and froze, a mixture of guilt and defiance flashing across her face. Nami's appearance, in a cropped, tight-fitting top barely containing her assets and low-slung pants, only added to the charged atmosphere. In her haste, one breast had popped free, jiggling with each step. The unexpected reveal didn't faze Robin, but it certainly caught Luffy's attention.

Nami reached the stern and glared at Robin, her fists clenched. "What are you doing, flaunting yourself like that, in front of the captain?" Her voice trembled with a cocktail of anger, jealousy, and embarrassment.

Robin, however, stood tall, her dark eyes flashing with defiance. "Living, Nami. Dancing for the first time in my life, without a care for what others think." Her gaze flicked to Luffy, who stared at Nami's exposed breast with wide, fascinated eyes.

Luffy's hands, still at his belt, reached up to touch Nami's protruding boob. "Wow, Nami! Your chest looks so soft!" He gently cupped the freed breast, marveling at its warmth and weight. Nami's breath caught; Robin's eyes widened in surprise.

Nami, torn between irritation and Luffy's innocent appreciation, sputtered, "Stop that, you fool!" But the captain simply cooed, "It's nice, Nami! Let me feel both," and guided her other hand to mirror the first. Nami's face flushed an even deeper red as she complied, cupping her own breast alongside Luffy's.

Robin's gaze, once locked on Luffy in admiration, now narrowed in jealousy as he fondled Nami's breasts with a childlike wonder. A spark of competitiveness ignited within her, a desire to be the focus of his innocent curiosity, his tactile exploration. Her chest heaved with a sharp breath as the thought took hold.

"Enough, Nami," Robin interjected, her voice a low purr, "Luffy should experience more than just one set of breasts." With that, she reached up and untied the laces of her own top, the garment slipping down to pool at her feet. Her dark nipples, pert and inviting, sprang free, drawing Luffy's gaze like moths to a flame.

"L-Luffy, come," Robin beckoned, her breasts bouncing with each step as she approached. Luffy, not understanding the tension, followed Robin, leaving Nami to stew in her own indignation. When they stood side by side, Robin panted, "Touch them, Captain," her voice husky with a mix of challenge and desire.

Luffy's fingers, still warm from Nami's skin, drifted to Robin's chest. "So big, Robin!" he marveled, his touch gentle as he weighed the heavy globes. Robin shivered, a moan escaping her lips at the contact, her nipples hardening further. Nami watched, her own chest aching, both envious and aroused by the captain's pure reactions to her crewmates' exposed forms.

Robin pressed closer, her breasts brushing against Luffy's palms. "More, Luffy. Explore." Her eyes, heavy-lidded with lust, never left his face, drinking in his wide, awestruck expressions. Luffy, eager to please, began to knead Robin's supple mounds, his thumbs grazing her nipples.

Nami, her hands still on her own breasts, bit back a whimper.

Luffy, still oblivious to the sexual implications of his actions, continued to play with Robin's and Nami's breasts, his touch as innocent and curious as it was gentle. He marveled at the weight and softness, the warmth of the skin, the way the nipples hardened under his palms. "They feel really nice, like a soft pillow!" he exclaimed, his bright eyes sparkling with wonder.

Nami and Robin exchanged a glance, both consumed by a mix of emotions - jealousy, arousal, and a sense of pride in their captain's pure, guileless reactions. They had hoped to awaken his sexuality, but instead, Luffy remained a blank slate, a tabula rasa, open to new experiences without the baggage of adult desires.

Robin, however, craved more. She pressed her chest into Luffy's hands, guiding them to her nipples. "Squeeze them, Captain, it feels amazing!" Her voice, a sensual purr, sent shivers down Nami's spine. Luffy complied, his fingers encircling the stiff peaks, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger.

"Aah, so good!" Robin gasped, her eyes fluttering shut, her dark lashes casting dramatic shadows on her cheeks. "You have a talent for this, Luffy."

Nami's hands, still cupping her own breasts, ached to join in, to feel her captain's hands on her as well. She shifted closer, her body almost pressed against him. "Let me show you, Luffy," she whispered, her tone a mix of seduction and command. Luffy, eager to please, released Robin's breasts to take Nami's offering, his palms molding the other pirate's generous curves.

Robin's mouth parted in a silent moan as she watched Luffy explore Nami's body, her gaze drinking in the sight of his hands, so large and childlike, on her crewmate's chest.

As Robin's moans and Luffy's enthusiastic exclamations filled the air, the distant sound of a playing, caught Luffy's attention. His head whipped around, eyes wide with excitement. "Chopper! You're playing!" he exclaimed, already starting to jog towards the source of the noise, leaving Robin and Nami in his wake.

"Wait, Luffy!" Robin called after him, her breasts still exposed, her body yearning for more of his innocent touch. But Luffy was already gone, his enthusiasm for his friend's playing overpowering the tantalizing sensations he had just experienced. Nami, though her body ached for more, followed at a slower pace, her steps heavier with disappointment.

Robin, left alone, let her top fall back into place, concealing her chest. She stared after the retreating duo, a conflicted mix of emotions swirling within her. A part of her resented Luffy's distraction, the way he had so effortlessly abandoned their intimate interlude for the allure of Chopper's music. Yet another part of her, the artist, admired his singular focus and zest for life.

With a huff, Robin gathered her clothes and retreated to a secluded corner of the ship. She needed a moment to collect herself, to process the unexpected turn of events. Her thoughts drifted to Nami, the green-panted pirate still fondling her breasts in Luffy's absence, her moans replaced by soft gasps and sighs.

Perhaps, Robin mused, it was for the best that Luffy had been pulled away. He was far too innocent to fully comprehend the desires he had stirred within his crewmates. His purity, though endearing, was a double-edged sword, a barrier that kept the world's darker temptations at bay. Still, as she settled into her makeshift alcove, Robin couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have Luffy's hands on her more…

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