After that draw, Maki's rewards were mostly ordinary items again.
Still, he was curious about where these things came from. Thanks to the details button beside each item, Maki slowly began to understand that every object originated from a different universe.
For example, when he pressed the details of the Marine Cap, the system explained:
In the world of One Piece, the Marine Cap is more than just a piece of headwear; it is the most recognizable symbol of Absolute Justice, worn by the rank-and-file soldiers of the World Government.
• The Look: A classic white baseball-style cap.
• The Text: The word MARINE printed boldly across the front, usually in blue.
• The Seagull: A stylized seagull logo symbolizing the Marines' reach across the four seas.
Every time Maki pressed the details of an object, unfamiliar terms appeared—four seas, spiritual power, and many more words he had never encountered before. Even so, he could grasp the general idea of what they meant.
This time, Maki gained even more draw chances, but he didn't want to use them. Maybe in the future—when he was bored or truly desperate.
Ever since he got Santa Teresa and Samehada, he didn't really have a place to practice or play with them.
His inspection of the system suddenly stopped when Nemuri called out to him.
"Maki-chan, it's done. I've posted it on your page."
Maki walked toward Nemuri and sat beside her on the sofa.
"Let's see," he said.
On the screen, he saw himself. Thankfully, his face was mostly covered by his long hair. Maki had always been a wallflower, so seeing himself in a video felt strange.
"Do you want to hear it?" Nemuri asked.
"Wait," Maki said.
He stood up and moved behind her. Leaning his chest against Nemuri's back, he cuddled her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.
Nemuri glanced at him and said teasingly, "What, are you a panda now?"
"Then you're the mother panda," Maki replied.
Nemuri smirked and played the video.
They both watched Maki singing One Day.
The music lasted about two minutes—pure talent. No autotune. No other instruments. No second voice. Just Maki showing his skill.
As they watched, the views slowly continued to rise.
When the song ended, Maki was still cuddling Nemuri from behind. His hands rested just below Nemuri's boobs, and every time she moved, her boobs brushed against his hands. He could clearly feel their softness.
"Nemu… you're really soft," Maki said.
Nemuri immediately understood what he meant and asked with a teasing tone,
"Do you want to touch it, my boy?"
Maki leaned closer to her ear and whispered,
"That's a dangerous deal, my n-e-m-u."
"Oh?" Nemuri teased. "Backing down now, Maki-chan?"
And without answering, Maki let go of Nemuri's waist and put his hands on Nemuri's boobs—one hand on her right boob and one hand on her left boob. He then felt the texture and softness of her boobs.
Then Maki felt something poking out from her white robe that was covering her boobs, and he said,
"Oh, looks like someone didn't wear a bra."
Nemuri then smiled and asked,
"Do you like it?"
Maki asked,
"I wonder if you also don't wear your panty down there."
"Oh, do you wanna see, Mr. Panda?" Nemuri teased him again.
Maki, using his index finger and middle finger, held onto the poking thing in her boobs.
Nemuri felt the pressure and let out a moan.
"Ahhh~~"
"Mother panda, do you produce milk or nope?" Maki asked her.
Nemuri was feeling the heat within her body, but with her shaky voice she replied,
"What, do you want to taste it?"
"Well, I would really want to have some taste, Nemu!"
"I really want to continue, but I know you're tired and tomorrow you're going to U.A. again," Maki said.
Then he groped her boobs, and he could feel every finger sinking into her soft boobs.
Nemuri moaned again, "Ahhhh~~"
Then Maki stopped and wrapped his arms around her waist again. He used his tongue to lick Nemuri's exposed shoulder, tracing from the end of her shoulder toward her collarbone, leaving a trail of sticky saliva.
Nemuri was still feeling the heat in her body but murmured, "You're such a bad boy."
Then Maki continued, licking Nemuri's collarbone and slowly moving up to her neck.
He stopped licking her neck and went back to her shoulder. This time, he didn't just lick—he opened his mouth and took a bite, leaving a mark on her shoulder, marking his place. He slowly repeated the biting on the same side, then moved to the other shoulder and left another bite mark.
Maki then bit Nemuri's white neck, leaving one bite on each side.
Finally, he stopped and looked at his masterpiece with a satisfied smile.
Nemuri was now regaining her composure and senses. She looked down and saw her shoulders covered in bite marks.
She said " a bitting panda "..