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"'Sith Auguro,' is it?" Garp muttered, looking at the intelligence report in his hands.
"Looks like a decent fellow!"
This report was compiled by the Navy itself, completely devoid of the World Government's slander and fabrications.
He rescued Cocoyasi Village and Alabasta, and he never even flies a pirate flag.
"Would a man like this accept the position of a Warlord of the Sea?"
Even though Garp had never met Auguro, he had a hunch that the man wouldn't agree.
"Oh well!" Garp casually tossed the report aside. "I'm just the messenger! Once I pass the message, I'm taking a leave to head back to the East Blue. Whether he agrees or not is Sengoku's headache!"
"Alright, you brats! Full speed ahead!"
At Garp's command, the battleship swiftly adjusted its course toward Water Seven.
On the Desert Rose
Auguro was lying on a deck chair, while Rukia Kuchiki was giving him a massage nearby.
Well, what could be said?
Ever since she was scolded by Byakuya Kuchiki, Rukia's behavior had undergone a huge transformation. She now proactively managed the food and beverages on the ship, tidied Auguro's quarters, and offered massages for relaxation in her spare time. As someone from the strictly disciplined Kuchiki family, her service was nothing short of meticulous.
Rangiku Matsumoto, sensing the shift in Rukia's approach, immediately felt a spike of alertness.
"Oh, that clever Kuchiki Clan!"
Who could possibly refuse a woman who was both beautiful and perfectly refined? Byakuya was certainly worthy of the Head of the Family title; this was a well-played public tactic!
However, Rangiku was not one to admit defeat easily.
That night, after a swim, a lightly-dressed Rangiku approached Auguro and invited him to drink. As they were a few drinks in, Rangiku's face was slightly flushed as she leaned close to Auguro. Her wet, long hair clung to her smooth, fair skin, giving off a distinct allure.
"My Lord Soul King," she purred, "Allow me to feed you a drink."
Goaded by the alcohol, Rangiku took a mouthful of red wine. The next second, her soft, pink lips pressed against Auguro's, passing the tart, sweet wine directly over.
Rukia and the others witnessed the scene clearly.
Robin gave a slight smile and turned to head back into the cabin.
Nami's eyes seemed to be on fire; she clearly wanted to go and pull the two apart. But realizing she probably couldn't beat Rangiku, her head drooped in defeat.
Rukia was also somewhat indignant. 'Rangiku Matsumoto, that's so unfair!'
But she couldn't step forward to intervene.
First, she had no formal claim. As Shinigami, they were meant to dedicate everything to the Soul King—what right did she have to stop them?
Second, her current established persona was that of a gentle, generous lady from an esteemed family. If she intervened, the image she had worked so hard to build would completely collapse!
'Rangiku Matsumoto really is beating the master with wild, unpredictable moves!' Rukia thought furiously.
Soi Fon felt a slight twinge of jealousy, too, but her dignity as a Captain forbade her from stepping up in front of everyone.
Auguro, however, was quite at ease. After all these days, even he had grasped the women's intentions. No Shinigami could refuse the Soul King! Even if the Kuchiki family was one of the Four Great Noble Families, if Rukia married Auguro, the Kuchiki family might just become a Royal Family!
So, Auguro had not refused—nor did he want to refuse—the women's kind intentions.
The wine was quickly finished. But the distance between the two grew shorter and shorter.
Auguro felt his arm sink deep into what seemed like a cloud of cotton, utterly unable to pull it out. The sweet, orchid-like fragrance was intoxicating.
Auguro stood up, carrying Rangiku back to his cabin.
The moon climbed high.
The busy participants worked hard, beads of sweat dripping.
The air was filled with a joyous and sweet fragrance.
The door to Auguro's cabin clicked shut, muting the sounds of the night and sealing them inside a world of intoxicating possibilities.
Auguro gently placed Rangiku on the soft, expansive bed. Her face was flushed, her eyes heavy-lidded with a mix of wine and bold desire. Her wet, thin garment did little to hide the seductive curves of her body, clinging like a second skin.
"My Lord Soul King," she whispered, her voice husky, a tremor of anticipation running through it.
"You've been working so hard lately. Allow me to help you... relax."
She reached out a hand, tracing the hard line of his jaw. Her fingers were cool against his warm skin. Auguro's own breath hitched. The blend of alcohol, sea salt, and her unique, intoxicating scent was a potent aphrodisiac.
"You're a truly generous woman, Rangiku," Auguro murmured, his voice low and rich.
He didn't wait for a reply. He leaned down, claiming her lips with a demanding, wine-flavored kiss that quickly erased any lingering formality between them. Rangiku responded instantly, her mouth opening, her tongue tangling with his in a playful, passionate dance.
As the kiss deepened, Auguro's hand swept down her back, finding the slender tie of her garment. With a delicate tug, the damp fabric gave way, pooling around her waist. Her ample chest, freed from the thin constraint, rose and fell rapidly with her quickening breaths.
Her skin was like fine silk, taut and warm. Auguro's hands moved over her, exploring the delicate curve of her waist, the lush softness of her hips. He worshipped her neck and collarbone with hot, open-mouthed kisses, eliciting a soft, needy moan from her throat.
Rangiku, meanwhile, was just as eager. Her hands flew to the buttons of his shirt, quickly stripping the garment away. She reveled in the sight of his powerful chest, the sculpted muscles flexing under her touch. She pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses across his torso, savoring the salty tang of his skin.
"You taste incredible," she gasped, her movements growing bolder.
Auguro lifted her slightly, quickly pulling the remaining fabric away. Rangiku was nude now, a masterpiece of lush femininity, presented completely to his eyes. He paused for a moment, letting his gaze drink her in, a look of primal appreciation darkening his eyes.
He lowered her back onto the pillows, his body covering hers, the heat from their connection already palpable. He felt the delicious pressure of her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.
"I want you, My Lord," she whispered again, her hips arching up in a clear, desperate invitation.
Auguro didn't need any more encouragement. He positioned himself against her slick entrance, allowing the head of his hardened shaft to brush tantalizingly against her most sensitive spot. The friction was exquisite, sending a shockwave through both of them.
Rangiku whimpered, a sound of frustrated anticipation.
"Please... now," she pleaded, pushing against him.
With a deep groan, Auguro drove forward.
He buried his full length deep inside her welcoming, velvety heat.
A mutual cry of intense pleasure escaped their lips. Rangiku's back arched, her hands immediately gripping his shoulders, her nails digging in slightly. The fit was perfection—snug, deep, and utterly consuming.
Auguro paused for a breath, allowing them both to adjust to the incredible intimacy. "You feel so unbelievably good, Rangiku," he rasped, his eyes locked with hers, burning with shared desire.
Then, he began to move.
He started with slow, deliberate thrusts, pulling back almost completely before slamming deep again. The rhythm was hypnotic, a sensual promise fulfilled with every powerful stroke.
Squelch... Plap-Pah... Squelch... Plap-Pah
The wet, rhythmic sound of their bodies joining filled the cabin, an audible testament to their passion.
Rangiku was instantly lost to sensation. She matched his force with her own fervent movements, her legs tightening around him, urging him deeper. The muscles deep inside her clenched around his thickness, threatening to steal his control with every pass.
"Yes! That's it! Harder, My Lord, I need more!" she cried out, her voice a raw, uninhibited symphony of pleasure.
Auguro picked up the pace, his thrusts growing harder, faster, more insistent. He leaned down, claiming her mouth again, swallowing her ecstatic moans. One hand cupped the full, soft curve of her buttock, pulling her up to meet the punishing, glorious rhythm.
He shifted positions, flipping her onto her stomach, immediately positioning himself behind her. The change was seamless, never once breaking the intense connection.
Now on all fours, Rangiku threw her head back, exposing the elegant line of her neck as he pounded into her from behind. The angle was different, hitting a deeper, more profound spot that sent fire raging through her core.
"Oh, you're too much! I can't—I can't hold back!" she screamed, her breath catching in her throat as her body tensed.
Auguro felt her inner muscles spasm violently around him—the sure sign of her imminent climax. He grunted, lowering himself to press his chest against her back, wrapping his arms around her waist as he delivered a final, relentless series of deep, full thrusts.
"Come for me, Rangiku! Let it all go!" he growled into her ear.
With a final, desperate, drawn-out cry of his name, "Auguro!" Rangiku shattered, her whole body convulsing, her hips bucking helplessly against his. Her climax was a powerful tidal wave that washed over him, milking every last ounce of restraint.
The overwhelming pressure and the perfect sensation of her release pushed Auguro over the edge. With a final, guttural shout, he poured himself into her, his body trembling, collapsing onto her back, spent and utterly satisfied.
They lay there, skin slick with sweat, their bodies melded together, their hearts beating a furious, harmonious rhythm in the silent aftermath.
The night was far from over. After a shared breath and a tender kiss, the legendary powerhouse and the beautiful, insatiable Shinigami returned to their intense, dedicated 'relaxation.' The moon continued its silent watch over the Desert Rose, witnessing a night of unrestrained passion that truly felt worthy of a Soul King.