That said, since it was something he had promised himself, even if it made him want to cry, he had to see it through.
Ryuji reached out and patted Robin's head, only to realize that the thing was firmly attached to the table. No matter how much he wanted to pick it up and give it a kiss, it simply wasn't possible.
Still, when he put his dick inside, he could feel saliva there.
But—
"If the tongue doesn't move at all, then it's completely pointless."
Ryuji couldn't help but mutter that. He had already tested this with a female merchant—if the tongue didn't move, you'd have to go deep inside to feel anything.
So, if Robin wasn't cooperating, then there was no question: it just wouldn't work.
He tentatively reached in again. The mouth Robin had created with her Hana Hana no Mi Fruit powers indeed opened, but there was no movement.
Even when he tried to move inside a little, the tongue showed no signs of responding.
He wasn't sure if Robin simply didn't want to cooperate, or if she just couldn't do it right now.
Ryuji recalled clearly that Robin only mastered the ability to create clones with the Hana Hana no Mi Fruit long after mastering simpler techniques, so manipulating her head might be more difficult.
If that was the case, then this was all they had to work with.
Ryuji placed his hand on that large, sun-kissed buttocks. He had to admit, the physiques of beauties in the pirate world really had a touch of fantasy to them.
A perfectly slim waist, huge breasts, wide hips, and long slender legs.
In manga, sometimes due to the artist's oversight, they could look distorted, but in reality, they looked stunning.
So, ignoring everything else, what lay before Ryuji was nothing short of a masterpiece.
He gently extended his fingers and began to knead, drawing on his experience—though inside, everything was completely dry!
As Ryuji gently massaged, the pussy began to writhe slightly, and clear, viscous liquid slowly started to seep out.
However, when Ryuji brought some to his lips to taste, he found the flavor was different from girls in other worlds.
There was a fresh, peculiar flavor—
Not fishy, but strange in a way.
Not unpleasant, and definitely not foul; overall, quite pleasant.
"Maybe it's because this is the world of the sea?" Ryuji mused, wiping his chin with a clean hand, then resumed his task.
He wasn't particularly fond of this, and even though Robin's appearance looked quite tempting, he had no interest in lingering—just a few quick experiments and then to send her back was all he wanted.
So, Ryuji began lightly patting the perky buttocks, while the other hand continued to knead, testing out some of his ideas.
But while Ryuji was having fun experimenting, Robin instinctively covered her mouth.
"Hmph, is he teasing me?!"
Feeling the hands constantly patting and kneading the body she had created, Robin tried hard to keep quiet and not let herself cry out.
The limbs she created had normal sensations—this was precisely why she could control them. And because of that, she could clearly see what Ryuji was doing!
When Ryuji had just inserted his dick into the mouth she created, she had already tasted the strong, male scent—she could even clearly perceive Ryuji's shape through her mouth and tongue.
She was fully aware of Ryuji's movements with her tongue.
But because she wasn't used to that taste, she didn't move.
However, when Ryuji started touching the buttocks she created, her senses changed!
The feeling became incredibly pleasurable!
Although her real body wasn't actually being touched, the sharp, stimulating sensations were directly replicated onto her.
When the limbs she created were injured, the pain and damage would transfer to her own body—but to a lesser degree.
For example, if the arm she created was broken, her own arm would feel pain or injury, but much milder.
So even if Ryuji "violated" her purity through the created body, her own purity would remain intact.
She had been prepared to let Ryuji take advantage of her like this.
But what she never expected was how overwhelmingly intense the sensation would be!
Robin covered her mouth, her body already writhing against Ryuji's thrusts. It wasn't something she wanted to do—her body was moving on its own, helpless against the pleasure. The shame of it made her want to resist, but as Ryuji continued his relentless assault, the feeling only grew stronger.
"Mmm…"
Ryuji's hands moved faster, his fingers now plunging deep into the tight pussy of her creation. He noticed something interesting—Robin wasn't just uniquely flavored, she was also exceptionally wet. Even more so than Ikumi.
"This isn't just dripping… it's a full-on spring."
He almost wanted to laugh, but the moment his fingers brushed against that stiff little bud—
Splurt!
The artificial body clenched violently before gushing like a fountain, a thick stream of fluid spraying out in an arc.
Holy hell, that's a lot of water!
The torrent lasted a full two seconds before finally subsiding. Ryuji could only stare in disbelief.
Meanwhile, in the next room, Robin collapsed onto the bed with a choked whimper. Her denim shorts were soaked, and a desperate thirst clawed at her throat. But her entire body trembled, weak and unresponsive.
Just as her fingers finally brushed against a water bottle—
Ryuji pushed his dick inside.
"Mmm… this feels amazing."
He gave the quivering ass a light smack before mercilessly breaking through the thin barrier, forcibly widening the tight passage.
For Robin, it was like being split in half—yet the pain wasn't as severe as it should have been. Instead, her body reacted normally, amplifying the pleasure.
From the replicated body, she felt agony and ecstasy. From her own, a dull ache and pleasure.
The conflicting sensations left her gasping like a fish out of water.
The sheer disconnect—knowing her lower half was being invaded yet remaining physically untouched—was overwhelming. Her jeans even began to drip water, dripping onto the floor as she weakly tried to push herself up.
Ryuji moved quickly. Since he just wanted to finish fast, he didn't hold back or tease himself. Just steady, rapid thrusts until— he released his cum.
He didn't even take the time to savor Robin's texture or shape. He just knew that it was really tight, hot, and the pressure was very high. As for the other things he didn't experience them carefully.
After all, what was in front of him wasn't Robin—just a conjured ass.
But for Robin—
"D-Damn it… I sh-should've just used my mouth earlier…"
Gasping on the floor, she felt the illusionary yet extremely real heat pooling in her abdomen, she bit her lip hard.
She never expected the feedback to be this intense!
But just as she thought it was over—
Ryuji moved again.
"Well, but Robin's is still very comfortable. What a pity, if it was Robin in front of me, I wouldn't be so fast."
He sighed. It had felt incredible—tight, scorching, with intricate inner folds—but with no real reaction beyond instinctive twitches, he hadn't bothered savoring it.
Then his gaze drifted lower.
At this point, he wasn't really in the mood anymore. If it were a real woman, maybe. But just a disembodied ass? Nah.
Still…
"Huh. I wonder… is it clean in there?"
Curious, he poked.
Robin jolted, clamping a hand over her mouth.
Ryuji, however, had no such reservations. He spread the cheeks slightly, wrapped a finger in tissue, and—
In.
Robin's eyes widened.
"This guy... could he really...?"
Before she could finish the thought, a single finger breached her—only to withdraw almost instantly. Then, her eyes flew wide as three fingers suddenly stretched her open without warning.
Robin barely had time to gasp before—
"Nngh—!!"
A searing tear of pain shot through her as something thick and burning pushed inside—preceded by an icy liquid that flooded her depths. The contrast was maddening—scalding flesh pistoning into her while chilled fluid sloshed violently with every thrust.
Her hands flew to her mouth again, but this wasn't pleasure—this was violation. The stretch bordered on unbearable, the dual sensations of heat and cold churning inside her like a twisted parody of intimacy. Her toes curled, her back arched, and her vision whited out as her body betrayed her—dripping onto the sheets despite the agony.
But her torment wasn't over. Because....
"Hah... not as good without natural reactions," Ryuji muttered, then thought of a solution.
Then—he grabbed something from his bag.
A vibrating, pink toy.
Originally he planned to try some more interesting games with Chobung for some alleyway fun—but now…
Robin shuddered, relief flooding her—until she heard the rustle of his bag.
No. No no no—
The buzz hit her ears first. Then the cold—
"Nngh—!!"
Robin's back arched as something cold and buzzing burrowed deep inside her.
Her scream muffled by her own palm as the vibrating toy plunged deep, its relentless hum magnified by the tight, unwilling clench of her body. Ryuji groaned in approval, his grip tightening on her hips as the artificial stimulation forced her walls to convulse around him.
"There we go... much better."
In the next room, Robin was breaking.
Tears streamed down her face as she clutched the sheets, her free hand pressed between her legs—soaking her palm.
The pleasure, the heat, the cold, the vibration—
"Hah… nn—!"
A gush—right through her jeans.
She squirted.
Again.
A gush of clear liquid erupted through her jeans, soaking the bed beneath her. Not just dampness—a fountain, shameless and undeniable.
Gritting her teeth, she yanked the sheets as Ryuji's's pace grew faster, harder.
"Dammit...!" Robin sobbed into the sheets, her voice raw. "I should've... just used my mouth...!"
But it was too late. Ryuji's pace turned brutal, the toy's vibrations cranked higher as he pounded into her oversensitive flesh. When he finally cummed inside her—hot and thick—Robin's last shred of dignity shattered.
Robin's breath hitched as she felt the last traces of warmth inside her—two thick, lingering pulses of heat that left her thighs trembling. The moment Ryuji pulled out with that satisfied sigh, she immediately dissolved the extra body parts she'd created—the plump backside and the floating head—letting them vanish into petals.
She couldn't let this go on any longer.
The sound of Ryuji buckling his pants made her jump. Robin quickly crossed her legs on the nearby chair, trying to appear composed—only to realize her own pants were utterly soaked. There was no hiding it. Instead, she forced an air of nonchalance, subtly shifting to cover the damp spot on the bed with her coat.
Ryuji blinked as the disembodied assets disappeared, his spent release splattering unceremoniously onto the table. With an awkward grimace, he wiped it away before stepping out of the booth to face Robin.
"So... how was it?"
Her voice wavered slightly. She'd been dangerously close to passing out—but this mess was her own fault.
He eyed the soaking stain on her jeans, then her death-grip on the chair.
"Uh, mission accomplished, I guess. You okay, Miss Robin?"
Ryuji rubbed his neck sheepishly. Only after finishing had he remembered—Robin felt everything those cloned parts experienced.
Robin stared at him, irritation simmering beneath her forced calm. She tilted her chin up, lips curling into a deliberately dismissive smirk—even as her fingers dug into the armrest.
"Perfectly fine. Pain gets diluted across multiple bodies, so I barely felt a thing." A breathless pause. "...Did you even go all the way in, Mr. Ryuji?"
Did you even—?
Did you—?
...Really?
Ryuji's eye twitched. That ass had clenched around him like a vice, those phantom moans echoing in his ears—yet here Robin sat, looking down her nose at him like he'd barely grazed her.
...Pirates are fucking insane.
The power of a pirate... so terrifying! No wonder shounen battle manga are so wild!
"Um…"
Ryuji wore an awkward expression, one that made Robin chuckle softly. But inside, she was quite pleased with herself.
With a small wave of her hand, she motioned for him to come closer.
"Hah, I get it. Now that you've had your fun and feel satisfied, how about figuring out a way to send me back?"
Ryuji said nothing. His confidence had just taken a serious hit. He'd put in his all, yet he could clearly feel—he hadn't even reached the point where Robin might conceive a child.
Did that mean, despite all his effort, he hadn't even pushed Robin to her limit?
His gaze dropped to Robin's absurdly perky and well-shaped butt, and the realization hit him like a punch: Earthlings were built for Earthlings. The people of the One Piece world were simply built different!
It was like—if he tried to get involved with someone like Shirahoshi, who stood dozens of meters tall—then even if he wasn't exactly "small," he'd still be like a toothpick to her!
If he truly wanted to get stronger…
Power.
He needed power.
Ryuji clenched his fists.
He suddenly remembered something he had always ignored—the Blood Qi Secret Arts. Among those techniques was a method for enhancing the body using blood energy, albeit temporarily. But the control required was extraordinary. Generally, without the legendary "Ghost Hand," it was said to be impossible to master.
But here, in this world?
His recovery rate was ten times that of a normal human. Even severe injuries or life-threatening conditions could be treated with a med kit!
He would learn it.
He had to learn it.
From that moment on, he began training in the art of Blood Qi.
No enemy blood to refine? Fine—he'd use his own. After all, he had med kits to heal with.
Clenching his fist tighter, Ryuji reminded himself—the moment he realized it was Robin, he had already decided he'd make a trip through the One Piece world.
The reason?
Simple.
He wanted to see if Nami was still around. If she was, he wouldn't hesitate to make a move. And the same went for all the other beauties.
But if he couldn't even handle Robin—who wasn't even that strong physically—then forget about mermaids or Boa Hancock!
Power!
Strength!
I need more power!
Ryuji's heart burned with passion.
No more being looked down upon. No more being underestimated.
He was reclaiming the fire of his youth.
Even if he was no longer a youth, when it came to matters like this, a man was always young at heart!
He was the boy who chased the wind!
Robin watched him silently. His expression had shifted—resolute, intense, like he had made some major decision. She sensed something was off, but she didn't take it too seriously.
Ryuji's hand naturally rested on her shoulder, savoring the warmth of her body. Just then, a prompt appeared before his eyes:
"Repatriation is indeed possible, Miss Robin. However, as previously discussed, would you consider staying for a while? I'd rather not explain everything to another newcomer all over again."
Ryuji made the request sincerely.
Robin thought for a moment, then nodded."No problem. That was our agreement."
Ryuji nodded back and returned to his private room. As Robin let out a small breath of relief, the door slid shut.
Then—
"Time to begin training."
Ryuji sat cross-legged and started channeling the blood energy within his arms, using the method described in the Blood Qi Secret Arts.
But the moment he did—his vision went dark.
The next instant, he couldn't feel his tongue.
Alarmed, he checked his condition—and was horrified to find that while circulating the blood energy in his arms, he had accidentally drawn it from his brain, emptying some of his cerebral vessels.
It caused nearly irreversible damage to his brain!
If not for his enhanced recovery in this world, he would've been dead.
That's right—Ryuji nearly killed himself on his first try!
It was just as he'd theorized. This technique was not meant for those without the Ghost Hand. Technically, yes, someone without the Ghost Hand could eventually go further and avoid the berserker path… but…
The entry-level training itself was already a life-and-death trial!
Still—
Ryuji popped a medical pill, and in an instant, the damage to his brain vanished.
The very next moment, he began channelling his Blood Qi again.
Train. Train. Train.
~~~~~~~
Bonus chapter every 200 PS.