The corridor Nami and Robin had been forced down narrowed into a low-ceilinged gallery lined with polished obsidian panels. Each surface reflected the blue phosphorescence from hidden veins in the stone, turning their path into a hall of endless mirrors. The whispers here were softer, more intimate less mocking, more seductive.
They walked side by side, Nami gripping her Clima-Tact like a lifeline, Robin's arms folded calmly even as extra hands bloomed along the walls, testing for traps.
Then the mirrors woke.
In every panel, their reflections shifted not mimicking their steps, but acting on their own. Nami's copy turned toward Robin's copy, eyes heavy-lidded, lips parted. Without a word the mirrored Nami pushed the mirrored Robin against the obsidian, hands sliding up under the dark dress to cup full breasts. Robin's copy arched, head falling back, a low moan escaping as the mirrored Nami straddled her thigh.
Nami froze. Heat flooded her face so fast her ears burned.
The mirrored Nami rocked forward, grinding slow and deliberate against Robin's leg while her hands yanked the dress down. Heavy breasts spilled free dark nipples already peaked. The mirrored Robin lowered her head instantly, lips closing around one tight bud, sucking hard, tongue flicking in wet circles while her extra hands blooming from the mirror itself gripped the mirrored Nami's ass, pulling her tighter.
Nami's breath hitched. She couldn't look away. The mirrored Nami rode harder, skirt hiked, white cotton panties soaked dark at the crotch, grinding her pussy against Robin's thigh with filthy, wet sounds that echoed through the gallery. Robin's copy suckled louder, teeth grazing, one hand sliding between mirrored Nami's legs to rub slow circles over the drenched fabric.
Robin's real voice cut through, low and even.
"How disgusting."
She said it without inflection, without turning her gaze from the mirrors. But her cheeks held the faintest flush, and one of her extra hands still blooming from the wall clenched once, knuckles whitening.
Nami swallowed hard, thighs pressing together instinctively. "It's… it's just the temple. Playing tricks. Right?"
The mirrors answered by intensifying. The mirrored Nami came with a sharp cry, head thrown back, hips stuttering as she soaked Robin's thigh. The mirrored Robin licked a slow stripe up the side of one breast, eyes locked on the real Nami and Robin through the glass.
Then the reflections shattered inward.
Sand surged from the broken panels dozens of smaller scorpion-like constructs, tails arched, stingers gleaming. The voices returned, now layered with the moans from moments ago.
"Fight… or fuck… choose…"
Nami spun first, Clima-Tact cracking with electricity. "Thunder Breed Tempo!"
Lightning arced from the staff in branching forks, frying three scorpions mid-lunge. Their carapaces cracked and smoked, collapsing into inert sand.
Robin's arms bloomed everywhere dozens sprouting from floor, walls, even the scorpions' own bodies. "Clutch."
Fingers wrapped around joints and tails, twisting with surgical precision. Shells shattered. Sand poured.
But more came. A larger one burst from the ceiling, stinger aimed at Nami's back.
Robin moved faster than Nami expected real arms grabbing Nami's waist, yanking her aside while extra limbs bloomed to form a shield of crossed wrists. The stinger struck stone instead, venom hissing.
Nami recovered instantly, staff spinning. "Heat Ball Thunder Lance Tempo!"
A superheated lightning spear lanced forward, punching clean through the creature's head. It exploded in a shower of glass and sand.
They fought back-to-back now Nami's weather tricks chaining lightning and gusts, Robin's limbs blooming in waves to crush and restrain. Every strike was synchronized without words: Nami's thunder clearing paths for Robin's clutches, Robin's shields protecting Nami from flanks.
The last scorpion lunged at Robin. Nami leaped, staff extended. "Cool Ball Cyclone Tempo!"
A freezing whirlwind enveloped the beast, turning its sand to brittle ice. Robin finished it with a single, blooming fist through the frozen shell shattering it into glittering dust.
Silence fell. The mirrors were dark again, reflections once more obedient.
Nami leaned on her staff, breathing hard, face still flushed. "That was… messed up."
Robin dusted sand from her dress, expression calm again. "The temple reads desires. It weaponizes them. What we saw… was pulled from somewhere."
She didn't say whose mind. She didn't have to.
Nami looked away, cheeks burning hotter. "Yeah. Well. Let's find the others before it tries round two."
Robin nodded once. A single extra hand bloomed from the floor ahead, pointing down the newly opened corridor blue light brighter now, deeper.
They stepped forward together.
Behind them, unseen in the shadows of a side alcove, Toku watched.
He had arrived just in time to see the mirrored show. His cock was painfully hard again, pressed against his trousers, leaking steadily at the sight of Nami riding Robin even if only illusions.
The monster inside smiled.
Soon, he wouldn't need mirrors.
And Soon, he wouldn't need to hide at all.