Darian never expected Princess Vivi to do this. When he first woke up, his initial, groggy thought had been that it was Nami.
Having had many intimate experiences with Nami, and knowing that Nami was very skilled at servicing him, Darian would often lovingly stroke her short orange hair whenever Nami knelt in front of him. When he saw the playful, competitive eye roll Nami gave him during those moments, Darian felt incredibly satisfied.
Of course, Darian also liked to lie back and let Nami straddle him, taking the lead. But that kind of thing was a way for the two of them to show their affection, have fun together, and deepen their romantic bond.
Darian couldn't understand why Vivi, such a dignified and elegant princess of a massive kingdom, would perform this submissive, highly intimate service for him like a captured slave in the middle of the night.
Deep confusion and a sense of absolute absurdity filled Darian's heart. Although he was conflicted about the morality of the situation, the intense physical stimulation and sheer, unexpected pleasure made him gasp and arch his back.
Vivi's skills were truly superb; she seemed like an incredibly experienced courtesan on a luxury pleasure boat, her talent with her mouth exceptional.
Regardless of the warm and incredibly humid environment, her teeth would occasionally and gently scrape against the sensitive head and neck of his shaft. Her soft, incredibly textured little tongue would sweep across the tip playfully, trying to draw him deeper into her mouth.
Watching Vivi eagerly move her head up and down with all her might in the moonlight—sucking so hard that her cheeks were visibly sunken in, and her long blue ponytail swaying back and forth with her frantic movements—Darian almost couldn't help but explode right then and there.
At this moment, hearing Darian gasp her name, Vivi also realized that he had fully woken up and was watching her.
Upon hearing Darian's shocked question, Vivi pulled away, releasing him from her lips with a wet sound. Her lips, which had become incredibly moist and slick, parted slightly as she caught her breath a few times before she spoke.
"Mr. Darian..." Vivi whispered, looking up at him through her lashes. "I asked Nami this afternoon... and she said that you can rapidly improve your physical strength by doing this kind of thing. I want to help you improve your strength. I want you to be powerful enough to help me definitively defeat Crocodile tomorrow. I want to do something to save my country."
Seeing that Vivi held his most sensitive leverage over him, yet responded with such a serious, resolute, and formal tone, was incredibly jarring. Vivi seemed like a loyal soldier holding a spear, ready to sacrifice herself for her country and fight to the absolute death against the enemy. It was extremely strange, yet undeniably intoxicating.
Seeing Vivi's willingness to sacrifice her royal purity and her pride for the sake of the country, Darian was somewhat dazed. But he quickly noticed the terrifying implication behind Vivi's words.
"Wait... you said Nami told you to do this?" Darian asked, somewhat startled, his heart skipping a beat.
Driven by unbearable, demonic lust, Darian had already made a forceful move on Mikita and Alvida. His strained relationship with Nami had only just eased somewhat after the fierce, apologetic battle at the hotel last night.
Now that Vivi was claiming Nami told her about his "Dual Cultivation," Darian couldn't help but suspect that Nami had set a trap and was secretly testing him to see if he would cheat again.
Seeing Darian's suddenly nervous, panicked expression, Vivi quickly realized his fear and explained softly, "No, Nami didn't order me to do this! Last night... I accidentally overheard you telling Nami that doing this kind of thing can improve your abilities. So, I asked Nami if it was true, and she confirmed it."
Upon hearing this, Darian froze. "Last night...?"
Darian looked down at Vivi with a very strange expression. He hadn't expected that the innocent Princess Vivi would be actively eavesdropping outside his locked hotel door while he was making love to Nami.
Seeing Darian's strange, assessing look, Vivi nervously gripped Darian's thigh as she frantically explained, "I didn't mean to eavesdrop! I swear! I just saw Nami go into your room so late, and I walked over, and... and I accidentally heard what you were doing!"
Vivi's frantic explanation made Darian feel even stranger. In Darian's mind, Vivi was definitely an elegant, dignified princess—a very pure, selfless character.
But what kind of princess would actively eavesdrop on someone's loud, explicit sex session, sneak into a man's room to take advantage of his drunkenness, and secretly attack his lower half in the dark? She's basically acting like a female hooligan, Darian thought with amusement.
Darian stared at her strangely, and Vivi herself felt his dark gaze growing more and more intense. Her already flushed face turned an even deeper shade of crimson.
Finally, Darian sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. He had to be sure. "Does Nami know about what you're doing right now?"
Upon hearing Darian's words, Vivi paused for a moment, her eyes darting away. But she quickly nodded firmly and said, "Yes. I've already told Nami my intentions. She... she said she understands."
Darian scratched his head and said helplessly, "It's true that I can improve my strength and stamina through Dual Cultivation, Vivi, but you didn't need to go this far. Even if you didn't do these things, I would still help you defeat Crocodile. Besides, there should be dozens of loyal palace maids in the kingdom who would be willing! Why did you do it yourself? You are a Princess of the Nefertari line. Do you understand what giving yourself to a pirate means?"
Upon hearing Darian's words, Vivi immediately retorted, her voice fierce. "Mr. Darian, do not underestimate my determination! I did all this voluntarily. Even if I am a Princess, I would never force another innocent girl to bear this price for me. This is my burden to bear."
Seeing Vivi's upright, noble demeanor, Darian didn't want to say anything more to dissuade her.
Besides, Vivi looked incredibly alluring right now.
She looked as if she had just taken a bath, wearing nothing but a large, fluffy white bath towel wrapped around her torso. Since she was kneeling on the floor between Darian's legs at the edge of the bed, her towering snow-capped peaks and deep cleavage looked exceptionally inviting in the moonlight.
Most importantly, Vivi still literally had her hands wrapped around his leverage.
After talking to Vivi for so long and confirming his suspicions, Darian had just wanted to make absolutely sure whether Nami knew about it, what Vivi's true purpose was, and whether she was genuinely mentally prepared for what came next.
Darian reached out and gently cupped Vivi's slightly flushed cheeks.
When she had volunteered to do this, Vivi didn't feel anything particularly romantic or special; she felt like a political martyr doing something necessary for the survival of her country.
But when Darian's large, warm hand tenderly touched her cheek, her heart began to pound uncontrollably in her chest.
"Silly girl," Darian murmured softly. "You really didn't need to do that."
Despite saying that, Darian subtly used his Outer Path ability to instantly vaporize and clean the slick moisture left on his shaft from her mouth. Darian loved to taste the sweet nectar of the girls, but he didn't particularly want to taste his own fluids.
Darian looked at her with genuine pity and affection. Vivi, who had initially viewed this entire encounter as a cold, transactional political sacrifice, felt a sudden, confusing warmth in her heart. She also felt a massive surge of genuine shyness under his intense gaze.
As for Darian, he was certainly grateful to Vivi, but he wouldn't say he was deeply in love with her.
After all, Darian already had complicated, ongoing relationships with several girls on the boat. How could a naive Princess longing for true, fairy-tale love truly fall for a ruthless, ambitious conqueror like him?
But as a Princess, the political education she had received from childhood had taught her that devoting herself to a powerful warlord or king for the sake of an alliance was nothing new. Vivi had accepted this reality.
Darian didn't overthink it as much as Vivi did. For him, deciding to help Vivi was originally because he was genuinely after her beautiful body. Now that Nami had allegedly agreed, and Vivi had bravely offered herself up to him in his bed, he accepted the prize without hesitation.
"Come here," Darian whispered.
He grabbed Vivi's arm, pulled her up from the floor, and easily rolled her down onto the mattress, pinning her securely beneath him.
Looking down at the beautiful, trembling girl beneath him, Darian leaned in and kissed her alluring lips. He wanted not only Vivi's first time, but also her first real kiss.
What Darian didn't know was that Vivi had actually already kissed his lips a few minutes ago while he was fast asleep, trying to gather the courage to go lower.
Darian was now considered a very strong combatant in the Grand Line, but he severely lacked the passive, instinctual vigilance of a true, seasoned warrior—probably because his raw power came entirely from his Devil Fruit and Dual Cultivation rather than years of life-or-death experience.
Given Darian's current situation, spontaneously awakening his Observation Haki to sense incoming danger was practically a distant dream. It was hard to say what might happen if a skilled assassin actually attacked him with a machete in his sleep.
When Darian's tongue confidently invaded her mouth, Vivi felt her heart pounding wildly against her ribs.
His hot tongue began to entwine with her own, sucking the sweet saliva from her mouth. Vivi responded somewhat awkwardly, yet surprisingly skillfully.
She was awkward because it was her first time truly French kissing a man; she was skilled because the loyal palace maids who had given her her royal sexual education had explained the mechanics to her in explicit detail.
When giving Darian oral service moments ago, Vivi was only so skilled because she had diligently practiced with a wooden mold provided by the maids. As a Princess of Alabasta, Vivi not only had to learn how to govern a massive country and balance its economy, but also how to properly serve and satisfy a future royal husband to secure her lineage.
After a brief, passionate exchange of tongues, Darian did not linger.
"Are you ready for me to take this off?" Darian asked softly, grasping the corner of the white bath towel.
He looked deeply into Vivi's eyes, which were already filled with unshed tears from the overwhelming emotion of the moment.
"Um!"
Vivi nodded gently. She bit her lip and turned her head away into the pillow. She simply didn't have the courage to look at Darian's face right now.
Seeing her consent, Darian gently untied the knot of the bath towel. Under the influence of gravity, the thick fabric slid away to both sides, revealing two towering, flawless snow-capped peaks, adorned with two lovely, tightly budded bright red cherries.
As his gaze trailed lower, past her flat, athletic stomach, he saw a sparse, incredibly neat blue meadow before reaching the hidden valley.
Vivi's figure was in no way inferior to Nami's; at most, her bust was just a fraction smaller.
Of course, Vivi, as a beloved Princess, had received excellent nutrition and care from a young age, while Nami had suffered from malnutrition and stress during her childhood under Arlong's tyranny.
However, Vivi was only sixteen years old. In his original world, Vivi would still be a high school student. Among the growing group of women Darian had claimed, Vivi was undoubtedly the youngest and the most sexually inexperienced.
Looking at the youthful yet incredibly alluring body laid bare before him—the towering snow-capped peaks, and the delicate light blue grass—it truly evoked endless, dark fantasies in Darian's mind.
Darian couldn't wait to see the pristine scenery hidden within the valley, so he quickly stripped off his own sweatpants, leaving himself entirely bare.
Although she was mentally prepared, Vivi was still a little scared when she looked back and saw Darian standing so tall, thick, and proud over her. She unconsciously gripped the silk sheets tightly with her fingers and squeezed her long legs together in a defensive posture.
But when Darian gently placed his large, warm hands on her knees, and faced with his intense, burning gaze, Vivi struggled internally for a mere moment before ultimately choosing to relax her muscles and give up her resistance.
Gently parting Vivi's fair and slender legs, a pristine valley with sparse blue grass appeared before Darian's hungry eyes.
After actively servicing Darian for so long earlier, Vivi was already quite naturally aroused, despite her fear.
Beneath the neat blue grass lay a deep, mysterious, incredibly tight spring. Beside it, delicate folds resembling a butterfly with pink wings fluttered slightly as she breathed—it was absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful.
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