Chapter 318: The thousand sunny in the Dead of Night!

As deep night descended, the howling sea winds of the New World gradually grew gentle.

The noisy and jubilant revelry on the deck finally drew to a close amidst everyone's exhaustion and satisfaction.

Luffy, who just a second ago was shouting and screaming to snatch the last piece of bone-in roast meat, was now completely defeated by sleepiness.

With his belly stuffed round like a ball, he lay sprawled on the deck without any sense of decorum.

Thunderous snoring rose and fell with his steady breathing rhythm, and a giant snot bubble even hung from the tip of his nose, expanding and contracting as he breathed.

Looking at this troublesome Captain, Zoro let out a long, helpless sigh.

He casually placed the empty sake bottle in his hand onto a nearby wooden barrel, walked forward, and bent over.

Like hoisting a heavy sack of grain, he roughly draped Luffy over his broad shoulders.

He wobbled toward the boys' dormitory, not forgetting to mutter a low complaint:

"This heartless idiot, he falls asleep the moment he's full; he really treats this peril-filled New World like a vacation resort."

On the other side, in a corner of the deck.

Chopper trotted over to Law with his short legs, his eyes sparkling.

He looked up and enthusiastically extended an invitation to Law:

"Tra-guy! Since you can't sleep yet anyway, come sit in my infirmary!

"We're both doctors, so we must have plenty of common topics to talk about regarding medical skills and herbs!"

Looking at this little reindeer full of expectation, the hard ice in the heart of Law, who was originally accustomed to solitude, seemed to melt slightly.

A gentle smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he nodded lightly, accepting Chopper's invitation.

As the night grew deeper, the people on the deck dispersed one after another, returning to their respective rooms to prepare for rest.

Sanji nimbly finished cleaning up the mess scattered all over the floor, lit a pre-sleep cigarette, and walked toward his room amidst the swirling smoke.

Franky, carrying his toolbox, walked energetically toward the power room on the bottom floor, preparing to do routine equipment checks...

At this time, Tatsuya, who had drunk quite a bit and was slightly tipsy, took the opportunity to reach out both hands.

He very naturally wrapped his arms around the slender waists of Nami and Robin beside him.

The three of them huddled close together, walking side by side toward Nami's private room.

On this ship of dreams, the thousand sunny, every crew member has their own independent and personalized private room.

But for the three of them, it had long since become a tacit habit.

As for why they always chose to go to Nami's room...

It was because back when the blueprints for this ship were being designed, the shrewd and capable Miss Navigator had "foresightedly" included some personal interests.

She had specially customized an oversized double bed for herself that was wide, soft, and reached the maximum level of comfort.

Pushing open the door that emitted a faint scent of oranges, the three of them entered the room.

Facing this private space filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, Nami and Robin's expressions appeared completely unpretentious.

Not a trace of a young girl's shyness or coyness could be seen on their faces.

During this period of time, they had jointly experienced countless life-and-death trials and long days and nights of companionship.

Their life together had long been as harmonious as an old married couple who share everything, with every look and movement revealing an unspeakable tacit understanding.

As soon as they entered, Robin and Nami worked together to help the slightly unsteady Tatsuya lie down on the soft sofa in the corner of the room.

Nami put her hands on her hips, feigned anger, and extended a fair finger to poke Tatsuya's forehead, complaining with a coquettish tone:

"Honestly, you're usually so shrewd when you're plotting against others outside.

"How did you end up drinking so much at the banquet today? You were practically dead weight when we helped you over just now."

Looking at Nami's "sharp tongue but soft heart" appearance, Robin let out a gentle chuckle.

She turned and walked to the table, pouring a glass of warm water at just the right temperature.

Then, she walked to the sofa, naturally sat sideways on Tatsuya's lap, and gently brought the water glass to his lips.

"Tatsuya, drink some warm water; your stomach will feel better."

Tatsuya shook his head, which was somewhat groggy from the alcohol, and drained the warm water in the glass; his parched throat was finally relieved.

At this point, Nami, who had been standing all day, let out a yawn, a hint of weary sleepiness appearing in the corners of her eyes.

She skillfully unwrapped Futo, which she always wore around her waist like a belt.

She carefully placed it into a special soothing cage she had designed, allowing the little fellow to get some good rest as well.

Then, Nami began to shed her clothing with light and very natural movements.

She lazily gave a big stretch, revealing a breathtaking beauty, before turning and walking into the mist-filled bathroom to adjust the water temperature.

A moment later, the sound of pitter-pattering water came from inside, along with her clear call:

"Robin, the water temperature is adjusted, come take a bath quickly."

"I know, I'm coming right now," Robin said with a smile and a nod.

She had just straightened her body from Tatsuya's warm embrace and was about to unbutton her coat.

Tatsuya, who had recovered a bit of spirit after drinking the water, saw this tempting scene and a mischievous smile played on his lips.

His large hands reached around from behind quite naughtily.

Robin didn't panic; she just covered her red lips and let out a light laugh.

She reached out her jade-like hand and gently patted away his mischievous hands as if coaxing a child, then lowered her body slightly.

Those succulent red lips lightly imprinted a kiss on Tatsuya's forehead like a dragonfly skimming the water, as she whispered in his ear with breath like orchids.

"Behave yourself our Lord Vice Captain"

Having said that, she turned and walked gracefully into the bathroom, leaving a trail of fragrance behind her.

Watching the bathroom door gradually close, Tatsuya, whose nameless fire had been stirred up, leaned against the sofa and let out a helpless light cough.

Behave?

For a normal man, in this situation, it was naturally absolutely impossible to behave.

He immediately stood up, strode to the bathroom door, and reached out to turn the brass handle with great anticipation.

The result was a dull "click"—the door was locked from the inside.

Immediately after, accompanied by the sound of splashing water, Nami's sly and triumphant laughter came from the bathroom.

"Hahaha! I knew you'd definitely try this move!"

"I guessed right, didn't I? Just wait outside obediently."

Tatsuya stood outside the closed door. Listening to the laughter and chatter from inside, he shook his head helplessly, but a curve involuntarily formed at the corner of his mouth.

After a while, the bathroom door finally opened, and the scene in the room returned to tranquility and warmth once again.

The three of them finished washing, washing away the exhaustion from their bodies, and embraced each other with incomparable comfort and intimacy.

In this quiet night, the breathing of the three gradually synchronized, blending together perfectly.

The bright and flawless moonlight shone through the circular glass porthole, quietly spilling into this cabin filled with a faint orange scent, draping everything in a layer of silver gauze.

On the cabin wall, three shadows tightly overlapped, becoming long and lingering under the pull of the cool moonlight.

After an unknown amount of time, subtle rustling sounds began to come from the originally calm and tidy bed.

The smooth and supple silk corner of the quilt, as if unable to withstand the temperature on the bed, quietly slid down the edge of the bed onto the smooth wooden floor.

The cool night wind of the New World gently blew against the thousand sunny's towering masts, making a series of low moans.

The waves rhythmically slapped against the sturdy hull, making a "crash-crash" white noise like a lullaby.

This perfectly timed sound of the waves...

Perfectly covered the delicate moans that were deliberately suppressed in the throat within the room, as well as Robin's soft murmurs filled with a bit of mature womanly charm and indulgence.

The night gradually deepened, as if to completely swallow all the clamor in this world.

After the temperature in the cabin experienced a rise, it also slowly subsided along with the weariness.

The thousand sunny, carrying everyone's dreams, continued to move slowly toward an unknown tomorrow amidst this boundless tranquility and tenderness.

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