One Piece Fic (CH27) (Patreon)

Apologies. I got waay too distracted messing around with other stuff. I was going to do a Warcraft story but it just didn't feel right. I really like fantasy, but something more gritty and a bit darker. I couldn't quite come up with anything tho. I might try the Witcher universe and see how that works out.

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A week-or-so ago.

A certain blue-haired princess opened and closed the door to her bedroom, letting out a tired sigh. It had been a long day. There was much to do in the wake of Crocodile’s capture, with the work seemingly having no end. Not that Vivi resented that. It was much better than the impotent helplessness from before.

She collapsed bonelessly onto her bed like a puppet with its strings cut. She might’ve fallen asleep right there and then if it hadn’t been for an odd crinkling noise, originating from under her pillow. Wriggling her arm out from under her, she felt around until her fingers touched a crumpled-up piece of paper.

She withdrew it with curiosity, rolling onto her back and unfolding it above her head. Her eyes scanned the rough, casual letters, her expression slowly morphing to one of surprise.
"It's from Jack..."
The letter didn't say much. Only that he apologized for leaving without a word, and that he had to go with Ace to do something. He promised he'd visit soon—within a year or so. He also made a point of saying he didn't want to see her with a boyfriend when he returned.
Rereading it, Vivi found herself snorting. Wasn't he being a little too pushy? Well... she didn't exactly hate it.
After a while, she sighed, opening a drawer and reluctantly putting the note inside. She'd work even harder, so when her friends returned, she'd show them how beautiful her country could be.

Turning on her side, she soon drifted off into dreamland.
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"Huff, huff... so this is how you show a lady a good time? Not exactly what I expected, but... I guess it's fun too."
Standing on the grass across from Jack, Ms. Valentine breathed heavily. She’d changed into something more suitable for physical activity.

She brushed her bangs out of her face, smiling at him.

“I’m a little disappointed. You put up much more of a fight the first time. Been slacking off?”

Jack shook his head. He was seated on a rock, taking a short break.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re not strong enough for me to go all out.”

Ms. Valentine pouted. Barefoot, she strutted over to him, running her hand over his shoulder.

“Aww, are you worried about little old me? But you know, maybe I want you to… go as hard as you can. Even if it hurts a little. I can take it.”

His lip twitching, Jack looked at her. It wasn’t like he was an innocent kid, yet he still found it difficult to keep up with her.

“…you’re right. Maybe I’m being too careful.”

Suddenly, he stood, looming over her. He met her eyes.

“How much do you know about Haki?”

Ms. Valentine blinked, then she tapped a manicured nail against her lip.

“I heard about it but… I don’t know much.”

“Then I’ll teach you. If you can use it, then you’ll be able to help me a lot better.”

Grinning, Ms. Valentine took a step closer. She placed a hand on his abs, blatantly feeling him up. Her chest smushed against his, showing off her cleavage.

“Are you sure? Maybe if you help me get stronger, I’ll end up stabbing you in the back.”

Jack’s eyes flicked from her chest—her milky skin beading with sweat from their exercise—to her green eyes. Her constant teasing was thinning his resolve.

“I’ll take that risk. If you’re interested in learning, please turn around.”

Ms. Valentine kept up the intimate posture before sniggering, doing as she was told.

“I didn’t think this much would fluster a big boy like you.”

Jack didn't deign her with a reply, reaching inside his pocket and withdrawing a scrap of cloth. Ms. Valentine was like the bubbly girl in class, always chattering away when, really, she should be concentrating.
"I'm going to blindfold you." He said, tying it around her eyes. "Ideally, I'd be blocking your hearing too, but I don't have any muffs on me."
Over her shoulder, he could see her smiling weirdly. She didn't say anything, but her thoughts were clear as day.
He coughed. "We're going to spar like this, and you're going to try and keep up. The key is to rely on your 'sixth sense', if I can call it that."
For once, Ms. Valentine seemed to get a little serious.
"Oh, so that's how it works... interesting. But from what I heard, 'Haki' can make a person a lot stronger. Improving my sixth sense isn't bad, but I'd rather have more power."
She punctuated her sentence by flexing her arm, showing off some impressive muscles. She wasn't huge or anything. The word 'shredded' described her better.
Jack nodded, but when he realized she couldn't see him, he patted her shoulder reassuringly.
"That will come. First you need to get a grip on the first part."
Ms. Valentine took a few steps, putting some distance between them before turning around.
"Alright. I'm ready. And... forget what I said earlier. Do go easy on me, please."
Snorting, Jack started circling her, wanting to get a feel for how good her senses were.
"Don't worry. I'll start slow. As you get the hang of it, I'll pick up the intensity. When you're ready, tell me."
"I'm ready."
"Good, then let's start..."
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All in all, their training session lasted about four hours. By the time they finished, the sun was already getting low.

Ms. Valentine tore her blindfold off, looking at Jack with aggravation. She’d taken quite a few licks during their training.

“You were too rough.”

Leaning with his back against a tree-trunk, he gave her an apologetic smile.

“Sorry. But you did really well. By the end of it, you were actually dodging my attacks.”

Tilting her head this way and that, Ms. Valentine glanced at him.

“I’m not sure. Maybe I was just getting better at hearing you coming. But I did seem to feel something…”

“What did it feel like?”

“Hmm, it was like… I could tell you were totally staring at my tits.”

Jack blinked.

“I guess I was. A little. But I’m not sure if that counts.”

Ms. Valentine tapped her nail against her lips, a playful look on her face.

“You’re still doing it. You’re eyes aren’t down there, but I can feel you staring at them.” Or, you really want to, but you’re holding yourself back.”

Tilting his head, Jack just looked at her. “Huh. You’re not joking, I take it? I suppose it can work like that…” He said, not appearing at all self-conscious. One would think Ms. Valentine wasn’t talking to him, but someone else. “…being able to sense someone’s feelings is a big part of how observation works.”

Ms. Valentine nodded. “I see.” She stood on her toes, stretching her arms above her head. Every line and curve was shown off under her skin-tight shorts and crop-top. "Phew, that was quite the workout. I'm a little sweaty. I wonder if there's a stream nearby..."

Jack stroked his chin. "There should be. This island is pretty lush." He said, making a show of scanning the surroundings. Of course, he knew what she was getting at. How couldn't he, with all her flirting? He wasn't actually a dense eighteen-year-old teenager—thank God for that.

Walking over to him, Ms. Valentine pinched and pulled on his shirt, leaning in and sniffing him. "You're sweaty too, mister. Don't worry, your big sister will help get you cleaned up. Unless... you don't want her to?"

"Well... I do have trouble reaching my back sometimes. It would be great if you could help me scrub it. I'll do the same for you, if you want."

"Hehe~, that sounds like a good idea. Let's help each other out, then. Chores are always easier when you do them together."

Jack made a 'hm' sound, walking side-by-side with her. If he was being honest, his pants were already a little tight from watching Ms. Valentine move around in her skimpy clothing. It was pretty hard for him to maintain a somewhat decent appearance.

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It wasn't long before they heard the sound of running water. Rounding a corner, they saw a fairly wide river bubbling over the rocks.
Glancing at him, Ms. Valentine hooked her fingers under her shirt. She stripped slowly, flashing a stretch of defined abdominal muscles. She paused for a moment under her breasts, the hem catching before popping over her generous assets. She threw the white shirt to one side, twirling around while tying her blonde hair on top of her head. When she was done, she stripped off her shorts as well, tossing everything in a pile.
"Well? How do you like my swimsuit?"
Jack huffed. He knew she was teasing him. Obviously, with all his staring, he'd long since spotted the straps under her clothes. He'd suspected underwear, but it turned out to be a green bikini.
He shook his head, smiling. "It matches your eyes."
"Aw, thank you. You're a real sweet-talker." She said, winking at him. "Do you need my help with that shirt?"
"Yeah. It's a little small for me, so it can be hard to take off."
Ms. Valentine closed the distance between them, getting her hands under his clothes. She ran her fingers over his muscles before gripping his shirt, pulling it off.

“So smooth… I like it. All that chest hair just gets in the way.” She said, eying his bare torso appreciatively.

Jack raised an eyebrow.

“Gets in the way of what?”

“Washing, obviously. What were you thinking?”

He chuckled.

“Maybe. But so does a swimsuit. Do you usually bathe in one?”

Ms. Valentine gasped melodramatically.

“You want me to get naked in front of you? Wait, could it be… that was what you were expecting?”

“It’s not that. I was just thinking it might be easier to help you that way.”

Her lips curled downward, but Jack could see her eyes were filled with mischief.

“Goodness, that’s not appropriate at all. Besides, you haven’t even tried doing it like this yet. Let’s see if it works out first... the washing, I mean.”

Jack gave a conciliatory nod.

“You’re right. I apologize for saying something that could be misunderstood.”

Ms. Valentine giggled.

“You outright asked me to undress so you could soap up my body. I don’t think I’m misunderstanding anything.”

“Well, when you say it like that…”

She tilted her head.

“Yes?”

“…I’m not sure what to say, to be honest.”

“Then don’t say anything. Just get in the water.”

Going up behind him, she pushed on his back, steering both of them toward the river. Fortunately, the water wasn’t too cold, coming to around Jack’s chest. He’d hoped it’d somewhat obscure his… well, you know. Unfortunately, Ms. Valentine quickly dashed such hopes.

Splashing around in the stream, her eyes swept downwards to where his legs would be.

“I didn’t know boxers had pockets. What's that big thing, the one you're keeping in there? Isn’t it uncomfortable in the water?”

Jack snorted, rolling his eyes.

“It’s something I prepared for you. A gift. I was hoping to show it to you later.”

Ms. Valentine bursted into unladylike laughter. She fanned her face with one hand, her cheeks finally starting to redden.

“I really can’t believe you said that with a straight face…”

“I think you’re more forward than I am.”

She shook her head, reaching for an overhanging rock and grabbing a bar of soap. It was in her handbag, which she’d brought along. Probably in preparation for this.

“I’m not sure. But even if that’s the case, so what? If a lady wants something, she needs to go after it. That’s what I was taught.”

Closing the distance between them, Jack took the soap out of her hand. He made her turn around, starting to unfasten her bikini top. It provoked a squeal from the blond, crossing her arms in front of her chest so it wouldn’t fall off. However, she didn’t resist.

Lathering his hands, Jack started running them up and down her naked back.

“You know what, I really agree. I think I’ll do the same. You don’t mind, right?”

Ms. Valentine giggled, not saying anything. For a while, the only sounds that could be heard was that of running water, slick skin-against-skin and their rhythmic breathing. The atmosphere started getting more heated…

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