"That long-nosed, curly-haired beauty is not bad either, she has a kind of gloomy charm, like a melancholic doll…"
"And that tall beauty in the black robe with the skeleton outfit, she is far too mysterious. Her figure is incredibly slender, and her skin is so pale it almost looks lifeless…"
"As for the two masked women, no one can even see their faces. I heard they are hiding scars and do not want outsiders to look at them."
"But still, their figures are top-tier. Seriously…"
"Hmph, all of that is nothing!"
A Navy soldier cut through the whispers impatiently, his flushed face trembling as he spoke.
"If you ask me, the most beautiful one is that lady…"
The soldiers' eyes lit up instantly, practically glowing.
"You mean… the one who told us to check the bathhouse?"
Just recalling that soft, alluring voice made their faces burn and their throats go dry.
"Hehe, there is no one else inside, just me. Do you want to come in?"
Gulp…
Gulp…
"Y-yes… that beauty in the bathhouse, the one we only heard but never saw…"
The soldiers swallowed hard, their expressions filled with longing.
"Just hearing her voice felt like I had already reached paradise…"
"It really makes you imagine things. With a voice like that, could she rival the Empress herself?"
That voice seemed to stir something deep within them, pulling at their instincts and curiosity.
There was a faint hint of seduction in it, yet it also sounded completely natural, as if it were nothing more than a simple question.
And yet, at that moment, every Marine who boarded the ship, except Vice Admiral Momonga, had nearly lost themselves to the urge to open that door.
"Damn it, if the Vice Admiral had not stopped us, we would have gone in…"
One soldier licked his lips, full of regret.
"Missing a beauty on the Empress's level… that feels like losing ten billion Berries…"
Another soldier's eyes suddenly brightened.
"Hey, I heard they are going shopping on Pilgrim Island. Once our shift ends, let's follow them. Maybe we will run into them again."
…
[Pink Thousand Sunny, Disguised]
"Ah, let Uso-ko become the most melancholic beauty in the world…"
The long-nosed, curly-haired "beauty" lay sprawled across the deck, staring at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle while sighing dramatically.
"A fragile girl like Uso-ko would cry for a very long time if she got punched…"
Duang!
A fist slammed down on her head without mercy, stars spinning instantly in her vision.
"I have had enough of you idiots. You turn into women for five minutes and suddenly your brains stop working. It is unbearable to watch."
Nami, wearing an orange mask, clenched her fist with veins bulging as she kicked the "melancholic beauty" twice.
"Uso-ko, do not forget why we are here. Go call Shirogai out. That guy actually went along with your nonsense, this ridiculous idea was clearly influenced by you."
She pushed her mask up onto her head and scanned the ship, her expression full of exhaustion.
"Seriously… seeing all of you act more feminine than me is disturbing."
"Nami-san-oneesama~~~"
A graceful figure spun into view with a light breeze, landing elegantly on the deck.
The "maid" wore a white apron over a black suit, holding a tray with a sweet-smelling dessert.
"Your cute little maid, Sanji-chan, has arrived."
With a bright smile, he presented the pudding while shamelessly pressing his chest together.
"This humble one prepared it especially for Nami-san-oneesama, please enjoy."
Bam!
"Sanji, wake up. Where is your pride as a man? You are not Sanji-chan!"
Nami's fist sent him flying instantly.
She stared at him as he lay on the deck, groaning while still absentmindedly touching his chest, and sighed.
"You all said this disguise was to avoid the Marines, but it looks like you are enjoying it way too much."
Nearby, a green-haired samurai "beauty" walked past, her loose coat barely covering her figure. She glanced down at Sanji with clear disdain.
"Hmph, perverted kappa."
Sanji shot up immediately, appearing in front of her in a flash.
"What did you say, you moss-headed… you… you beautiful…"
He froze mid-sentence.
Originally, he had intended to insult her as usual.
But faced with this transformed version of Zoro, who now looked sharp, heroic, yet strangely elegant, his face turned red and his words failed him.
"Stop looking at me like that, you creep."
The samurai girl frowned, clearly uncomfortable under his gaze. Goosebumps ran down her arms as she grabbed his collar.
"Do you want to fight? This… this man will cut you down in one strike."
Sanji had already stopped thinking entirely, lost in a daze.
"If I could die by this beauty's blade… that would not be a bad ending…"
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