A lavish, mixed-gender party? That was the ultimate dream of most ambitious perverts in the Grand Line.
After standing visibly on the city wall all day to maintain order, Darian entered the luxurious royal men's bathhouse intending to relax with a hot soak. But as he stripped down, he heard the bright, echoing laughter that he had been longing to hear. Darian's somewhat tired heart instantly warmed up.
Listening carefully to the splashing and chatter echoing off the marble, Darian could easily tell which women were on the other side. They were all there—Nami, Vivi, Carmen, Mikita, Alvida, Paula, and Marianne—except for Robin.
As someone in the know, Darian understood Robin's cautious nature and her history of betrayal. But the others didn't see it that way yet. They still considered the former Vice-President of Baroque Works a dangerous, untrustworthy traitor who had nearly destroyed the country, and they instinctively distanced themselves from her.
As someone who still treated Robin completely normally, Darian could sense that Robin's attitude toward him had improved significantly since he saved her life in the tombs.
Of course, Robin wasn't the most important person to Darian right now.
The constant laughter and cheerful chatter truly stirred Darian's heart, and the question of whether or not to sneak into the bathhouse next door became the immediate dilemma facing him.
In the past, back in the East Blue, Darian might have been more reserved and tactful. But as his raw power grew, and as the demonic influence of his Outer Path fruit took deeper root in his psyche after sleeping with more and more women, Darian's moral self-control became increasingly weak.
Human desires are like wild beasts locked in an iron cage. Once the cage is opened and the beast has experienced the intoxicating taste of indulgence, it is incredibly hard to lock it back inside.
As a bathhouse used primarily by Alabasta royalty, its decoration was incredibly luxurious and expansive.
But there was a distinct architectural flaw: the carved stone wall separating the men's and women's baths was only a little over ten feet high, and it was entirely open at the top to let the steam vent.
Darian couldn't help but suspect King Cobra, his new, cheap father-in-law, of having designed it this way on purpose. Perhaps Cobra wasn't as promiscuous as his ancestors, otherwise he wouldn't have only had Vivi's mother as his sole woman. After the Queen passed away, Cobra had never remarried or taken concubines. It was important to know that a Queen was vital to a kingdom; she was a symbol of the country's fertility and stability. Cobra didn't act recklessly, but the low wall clearly showed that there had indeed been highly absurd, voyeuristic monarchs among the previous Nefertari kings.
Today, however, it was not the King who was utilizing this architectural flaw in the bathroom, but Darian.
So, after only a very slight internal struggle with his conscience, Darian couldn't resist the overwhelming temptation. He climbed up the slick, carved stone wall separating the men's and women's baths.
Inside the women's bathroom, the thick steam created a hazy, ethereal atmosphere. But Darian's enhanced, sharp eyesight still allowed him to see the incredible scene clearly from his high vantage point.
Nami, Vivi, Carmen, Mikita, Paula, Alvida, and Marianne were all inside, either soaking in the massive central hot tub or sitting on the tiled edges, scrubbing each other's backs.
Sanji, the lovestruck cook of the Straw Hat crew, had always had one burning dream: to obtain the ability to become invisible and sneak into a women's bathhouse.
Darian essentially had the ability to become invisible, and he was currently looking down at a royal women's bathhouse. Moreover, the women in this particular bathhouse were of extremely high, logic-defying quality, unlike the kind of public bathhouse that Sanji longed for, which might have some rather unappealing sights mixed in.
Vivi was currently scrubbing Nami's back. She was sitting on a small wooden stool used for washing. Nami only had a small towel covering her lap, and her proud, snow-white breasts defied gravity perfectly. Her smooth, athletic back and pert buttocks were fully exposed to the humid air.
Vivi held a soapy loofah in both hands and rubbed it gently over Nami's smooth back. Darian honestly wished he could transform his hands into that loofah.
Carmen and Mikita were also meticulously bathing Marianne. Although Marianne looked exactly like a little girl, with a very slender, flat figure, she was actually sixteen years old, exactly the same age as Vivi.
I'm getting a little tired of eating massive meat buns every day. Maybe small, delicate steamed buns would taste good for a change, Darian thought wickedly to himself. But it was just a fleeting, dark thought. He wasn't that depraved.
Meanwhile, the two newly acquired female Officer Agents, Paula and Alvida, were already soaking in the deepest part of the hot tub.
The two of them were facing Darian's direction directly, and Darian could see exactly what it meant for them to be "floating."
Perhaps because of the Spike-Spike Fruit's bizarre anatomical alterations, Paula's waist was impossibly, ridiculously slender, which made her massive snow-capped peaks look exceptionally, absurdly majestic as they bobbed in the water.
As a woman who had reached full, ripe maturity, Paula was undoubtedly the most visually magnificent among these women in terms of sheer curves. According to Darian's estimation, her bust had already reached the impossible level of Nami two years later in the original timeline.
With his own Dual Cultivation promoting physical development, Darian firmly believed that Nami would eventually become even more magnificent and proud than in the original work.
Even though Paula and Alvida were facing Darian's wall directly, they didn't notice that he was spying on them from above. Darian had manipulated the light and electromagnetic waves around his body, effectively rendering himself perfectly invisible.
Robin wasn't there, which was the only thing that made Darian feel slightly disappointed. Otherwise, he would have been able to admire Robin's mature, long-legged beauty in the water as well.
But he also understood the social dynamics. With Nami and the others still deeply wary of her, Robin—who had never trusted anyone around her since childhood—would not willingly expose herself and get involved in their intimate, vulnerable bathing activities.
Looking down at the beautiful, steamy scenery of the bathhouse, Darian faced his second major dilemma: whether to drop down and take direct, highly aggressive action, or remain safely hidden as a voyeur.
This hesitation was primarily because he still cared too much about Nami's fragile feelings.
If it weren't for Nami's lingering anger, Darian would have just rushed right in. Apart from the Marianne jumping up and down in shock, even if the other women initially resisted out of modesty, Darian's overwhelming physical charm and dominance would have ensured the royal sex party started regardless.
If I'm just trying to build a ruthless harem, why bother pretending to be a pure, romantic love warrior? Darian scoffed internally.
After some struggle, since the ultimate outcome of conquering them all would be the same regardless of whether he rushed forward today or tomorrow, Darian chose the safer, less explosive option of retreat. He didn't want to ruin the peace he had just secured.
The invisible Darian silently climbed over the low wall—a wall that anyone with a bit of athletic strength could easily scale—and lowered himself onto the slick tiles inside the women's bathroom, remaining perfectly still in the corner.
The bathroom was filled with thick steam. Although Darian was technically invisible to the naked eye, if one looked incredibly closely, they could still see the subtle, unnatural swirling of the steam that Darian stirred up when he breathed or shifted his weight.
"Ahhh... this is so comfortable!" Darian heard Nami exclaim happily, stretching her arms. "I wonder if there are any pirate ships big enough to accommodate a massive public bath like this?"
Acting somewhat like a loyal maid serving a Queen, Vivi, who was diligently rubbing Nami's back, smiled warmly and replied, "There definitely will be, Nami. The sea is so vast, and there are so many unimaginable, wonderful things in it!"
Upon hearing this, Nami turned her head to look over her shoulder at Vivi.
Stared at by Nami, Vivi paused her scrubbing and asked nervously, "What's wrong?"
"My turn! Switch!" Nami responded with a sweet, demanding smile.
"Ah! No... no need!" Vivi nervously refused, clutching her own towel to her chest.
Seeing Vivi's extremely flustered expression, Nami adopted the absolute air of a bossy Queen. "Hurry up, Princess!"
Unable to refuse her savior and friend, Vivi obediently turned around on the stool, presenting her back to Nami. Nami also shifted her position on the tiles.
As Nami turned around to grab the loofah, her sharp eyes flicked toward the dark corner where Darian was hiding, and she frowned deeply.
This startled Darian, who was secretly spying from the shadows. Even his proud and upright "brother" shrank back a few inches in momentary fear.
In Darian's opinion, Nami's natural talent for observation was simply monstrous; it was one thing to be able to predict violent ocean storms in advance using only her skin and senses. But she could apparently even detect subtle, unnatural changes in the moisture and air currents inside a steamy bathroom. She truly lived up to her reputation as a woman who could create localized weather phenomena using nothing but a haphazardly tinkered stick.
Although Nami had clearly noticed that the air currents in that corner were a bit strange, she couldn't actually see anything through the camouflage. So, Nami's gaze fell back on Vivi in confusion.
Nami's puzzled, assessing gaze made Vivi feel like her skin was being pricked by hot needles. Although Nami had technically "agreed" to let her seduce Darian the previous night to boost his power, Vivi still felt an immense, crushing guilt. She had ultimately stolen Nami's man in the dark of the night.
Seeing Vivi turn around and sit there completely frozen, Nami asked in confusion, "Why haven't you taken off your towel yet, Vivi? How am I supposed to scrub your back if you're holding it so tight?"
"W-Well..."
Vivi's voice was stiff, and her movements were incredibly robotic as she slowly, reluctantly untied the bath towel from her chest.
The white bath towel slipped off, revealing two fair, firm mounds that were no less impressive than Nami's own snow-capped peaks. However, the dark, highly visible handprints and light teeth marks that Darian had aggressively left on her breasts the night before—which had not yet faded—were glaringly obvious.
Not only were there marks on her front, but even on Vivi's fair, delicate back and neck, there were still numerous, lingering dark hickeys and bruises.
Looking down at her lower back, Nami could see that whether it was from the heat of the bath or from sitting on Darian's lap for too long, Vivi's pert, fair buttocks looked somewhat different from the surrounding skin, marred with faint red marks resembling heavy slaps.
For a long time last night, Darian had used the degrading method of a knight pulling a princess's ponytail to violently "ride" her from behind. As a result, Vivi's back and buttocks were covered in marks of absolute dominance that had not healed after a single day.
The marks left on Vivi's body had been easily covered by her royal robes during the day, and the hickeys on her neck she had expertly concealed with thick makeup foundation. But now that the hot water and steam had washed the makeup away, everything was brutally exposed for Nami to see.
In fact, Darian's "Lubrication" ability could have easily helped Vivi remove these bruises and marks instantly. But these bruises were proof of his conquest over a royal Princess; how could he possibly bear to erase the possessive traces he had so proudly left behind?
Looking at the undeniable, violent marks of possession covering Vivi's body, and recalling Darian's fierce, relentless stamina during their own Dual Cultivation, Nami couldn't help but feel a sudden pang of genuine pity for Vivi.
"That damn, heavy-handed bastard!" Nami cursed angrily under her breath, squeezing the loofah.
Hearing Nami's furious curses through gritted teeth, Vivi's bare shoulders trembled slightly in fear. She thought Nami was angry at her.
Seeing that Vivi seemed genuinely frightened, Nami's expression softened. She reached out and gently traced a bruise on Vivi's shoulder, asking with soft concern, "Vivi... are you alright? Did he hurt you badly?"
"I'm... I'm fine, Nami," Vivi said, forcing a brave, strained smile over her shoulder.
Ultimately, it was all her own political choice to sacrifice herself. She had just severely misjudged the sheer, devastating stamina of the person she had offered herself to.
Nami sighed helplessly, shaking her head as she began to gently wash the Princess's bruised back. "Thank you for your hard work, Vivi."
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