The two of them nestled together in contentment. Doflamingo, naturally, was not one to sit still. With such a beauty in his arms, how could he possibly remain idle? Shyarly, for her part, peacefully enjoyed Doflamingo's loving caresses, and the feelings between them warmed rapidly.
This was the first time Doflamingo had ever held a mermaid. In truth, he was quite curious about them and wanted to understand a few things. Now was the perfect time, and he was sure Shyarly wouldn't refuse.
He leaned in, his lips close to her ear, and blew a soft breath.
"Giggle... that tickles! N-no, don't..."
Her laughter was crisp and pleasant, but her ears instantly turned a deep shade of red. She squirmed restlessly in his embrace, trying to dodge his advances. However, Doflamingo had no intention of letting her go. He seized the opportunity to gently nip at her translucent, jade-like earlobe, making her jump, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Let... let go!" she said, her hands pressed against his chest, unable to hide the blush on her face.
"Alright," Doflamingo said, seeing the mix of shyness and resolve in her expression. He decided to stop teasing her. He then whispered a few private questions into her ear.
"You... you wicked man," Shyarly stammered, utterly embarrassed by his whispers. She immediately buried her face in his chest, trying to escape his questions.
"Well? Can I or can't I?" he pressed.
"Oh, stop asking! It's so embarrassing!" she mumbled into his chest.
"So that's a yes, then?" Doflamingo's eyes lit up as he continued to probe.
"Well... you can try it for yourself and see," Shyarly said, her face crimson. She didn't know what had possessed her to say such a thing.
Was this the same sharp, capable Madam Shyarly from before? Now, she was just a young woman in love. After all, she was still young, and it was no wonder she had fallen for Doflamingo's gentle seduction.
Having received her permission, Doflamingo hesitated for a moment. "Are you sure?"
"Yes. You can," Shyarly nodded solemnly, giving him her silent consent.
"Alright then," Doflamingo said, taking a deep breath, his expression serious. "I'm starting."
Shyarly turned her head away, not looking at him, but it was clear she had given her approval.
Doflamingo's touch was gentle as he stroked her fish tail. It was smooth, but not greasy, and cool to the touch, a very pleasant sensation.
"This feels nice," he murmured to the woman buried in his chest.
"Mmm," Shyarly replied, her face still red. For a female mermaid to allow a man to touch her tail held a profound significance.
Doflamingo was quite satisfied as he continued to explore her tail, discovering its mysteries and how it differed from a human's. Throughout the process, Shyarly was very cooperative. Aside from her blush and the increasingly gentle and bewitching look in her eyes, she remained still. Even when Doflamingo's movements became a bit rough, she bit back the pain and didn't cry out.
"Are you done yet?" she asked through gritted teeth, her body trembling slightly, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
"Shyarly, you are truly beautiful," Doflamingo said, stopping his movements and carefully wiping the sweat from her brow.
"As long as you like it," she said, her heart melting at his tender gesture. She snuggled contentedly in his arms, her voice a little weak, as if she were tired.
Shyarly's mysteries were not just physical; there was also her ability as a fortune-teller. Since his new brother-in-law had played matchmaker so well, then Shyarly's assets were now his. It would be a waste not to use them. Although Doflamingo didn't believe in such things, it could still be a useful reference.
"Shyarly, I hear you can tell fortunes," he said, a dangerous smile playing on his lips as he casually dropped the question.
"Did my dear brother tell you that?"
Shyarly's coquettish demeanor vanished. The blush on her face faded rapidly, and her eyes once again became cold and piercing. Her commanding presence returned in an instant. She quickly sat up, breaking from his embrace, and stared at him, demanding an answer.
Doflamingo watched this transformation with amusement, from a demure young woman back to a formidable matriarch. He said nothing, letting her think for herself, calmly meeting her aggressive gaze.
Seeing that he was just smiling at her, showing no displeasure at her reaction, Shyarly breathed a sigh of relief. Her reaction had been a bit extreme. Her body softened, and she once again hugged him tightly, the imperious woman from a moment ago gone.
Doflamingo found her actions amusing, but he could feel her body trembling with fear as she held him.
"Don't be afraid. I'm here. I'll protect you."
Doflamingo knew a little about her past and that she hated her own ability, but he hadn't expected such a strong reaction. The Shyarly of the future, at 29, despised her fortune-telling. It seemed that even now, she was beginning to develop a clear aversion to it.
His comforting words seemed to help, but she refused to let go of him.
"Feeling better?" he asked gently, his hand stroking her back, giving her a sense of security and reliability.
"Yes, much better," she said, loosening her grip but still lingering in his arms, as if she had become addicted to his embrace.
"Can you tell me about it?" he asked softly.
"It's always bad things. I don't want to see them," she stated.
"If you've been given this ability, then you have to accept it," he advised. "Abilities are neither good nor bad. Even if you see a bad outcome, it doesn't mean it will happen. Everyone's destiny is ultimately in their own hands."
"Do... do you really think so?" Shyarly stared at him, her large eyes wide with shock at his words.
"Then why don't you use your crystal ball and see? What does my future hold?" he challenged.
"No! Don't!" she cried out in panic at his suggestion. She was terrified of what she might see.
Doflamingo watched her struggle, then pulled her trembling body into a tight embrace. He forcefully captured her red lips with his own, giving her no chance to resist, greedily drinking in her intoxicating sweetness.
When they finally broke apart, Shyarly's panic was gone, replaced by a radiant glow. She looked at him with shy, beautiful eyes.
"My destiny has always been mine to decide," he said with authority. "The future... I've never believed in it. Let me see what your prophecy says my future holds."
"Alright," she said, surrendering to his powerful presence. She decided to look into his future.
She reluctantly pulled herself from his embrace to retrieve her crystal ball.
A crystal ball? These charlatans really can't do without their props, Doflamingo thought with amusement.
Shyarly returned with the crystal ball and gave him a deep look.
"I'm beginning."
With that, she closed her eyes and began to prophesize his future. Doflamingo watched the mystic's process with curiosity, not disturbing her.
But then, her calm expression began to change, shifting from peaceful to tense, then to panicked, terrified, and utterly lost.
"Ah! No!" she screamed, snapping out of the vision.
"What is it? Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Doflamingo immediately went to her side, pulling her into his arms to comfort her.
"I... I saw a bad ending again," she said miserably.
"It's just a bad ending. I expected as much," Doflamingo said, completely unfazed. "Tell me, in your prophecy, what is the end for Donquixote Doflamingo?"
"I... I saw you in a prison uniform, your limbs bound by giant shackles. You were in a dark cell, your body covered in gruesome wounds, on the verge of death," she said, clinging to him tightly, her voice filled with fear and worry.
"Fuffuffu! So my end is just as a prisoner? Isn't fate being a little too kind to me?" he said with a teasing laugh.
"Aren't you afraid?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
"I told you, it's just a prophecy. My future is mine to decide. I don't believe in such things," he said with absolute confidence.
"Then why did you ask me to do it?" she asked, confused.
"Everyone is curious. I'm no exception," he said calmly.
Shyarly nodded, understanding his words.
"Well? My future is so bleak. Do you still want to follow me?" he asked, his eyes on her, a playful tone in his voice.
"You've already... done that to me. I'm your woman now. No matter where you go, I'm going with you," she said, a shy blush flashing across her face before her expression turned completely serious.
"Done what to you?" he continued to tease.
"You bastard! What do you think? Are you trying to deny it? Well, you can forget about ditching me!" Seeing his wicked, roguish grin, Shyarly couldn't take it anymore and shouted at him.
"So fierce, my Shyarly."
"I'm not yours!"
"If not mine, then whose?"
"Giggle... alright, alright! I'm yours, I'm yours! I surrender!"
And with that, their playful banter finally came to an end.