"Why should we side with the Roger Pirates? Just because you, Gloriosa-sama, and you, Shakky-sama, like them? I don't like them, and I certainly don't want to be buried with them."
Tritoma's righteous tone left her two leaders speechless.
Tritoma went all out, continuing, "They will definitely oppose Makoto-kun in the future. Are we supposed to fight alongside them against Makoto-kun then?"
Her tone became even more indignant.
"Of course, I'm not defending Makoto-kun just because he's my man. Please use your brains… does the Roger Pirates really have the capital to oppose Makoto-kun? Will the Kuja Pirates die with them when that time comes?"
After listening to Tritoma's analysis, Gloriosa and Shakky fell completely silent.
The other female pirates of the Kuja Pirates also buzzed with discussion. Most felt that what Tritoma said made sense.
They had all witnessed Makoto's power firsthand and naturally didn't want to oppose him.
That man could treat the World Government like a dog for fun, could kill Rocks without a second thought. The Kuja Pirates were less than a side dish before him.
"Hahahaha!"
Makoto laughed, walked over, and put his arm around Tritoma's slender waist.
"No wonder you're my woman. You've got a good head on your shoulders."
Tritoma leaned against Makoto's chest with an adoring look on her face, her expression filled with the satisfaction of 'being praised makes me so happy'.
Makoto smiled, looking at the two generations of Pirate Empress opposite him, his tone as casual as if chatting about everyday matters.
"Please don't blame Tritoma. If you're angry, you can take it out on me."
Gloriosa and Shakky fell silent again.
Take their anger out on Makoto? Wasn't that suicide?
Gloriosa raised her glass and drained it in one gulp.
Shakky silently lit a cigarette.
After the banquet ended, under what seemed like a request but was actually a threat from Makoto, Jarul, very dissatisfied, arranged lodgings for Makoto's group and the Rocks Pirates' remnants.
Although the guest rooms in Elbaf were crude, they made up for it in spaciousness… after all, they were prepared for giants, so both height and width were ample.
Tritoma wanted to just stay in Makoto's room, but Gloriosa forcibly dragged her away.
Although Tritoma was already Makoto's woman, Gloriosa still needed to maintain the captain's authority in front of the Kuja Pirates.
As she was being dragged away, Tritoma glanced back at Makoto, blew a kiss, and moved her lips soundlessly.
Makoto understood what she said, "I'll come find you tonight."
…
That night.
While Makoto was busy with the girls, they chatted as they went about their activities.
"Makoto-kun, do you think... how do Rayleigh and that Ripley have intercourse?" Utaha, lying down, took off her black stockings torn in several places, looking very curious.
She had just finished her round and was taking a break.
At these words, the other girls also became interested.
"Yeah, yeah, the size difference is so huge..."
Airi poked her head out from under the covers, her eyes sparkling.
"That female giant is dozens of times bigger than that Rayleigh, right?"
"That Rayleigh... hmm... can he even reach?"
Yotsuba, sitting on Makoto's hand, asked innocently, "I remember Makoto-kun saying before that this kind of situation is like... a toothpick stirring a vat?"
"Pfft—"
Alice sprayed out a mouthful of liquid.
"Yotsuba! I used to think you were pretty innocent, but I didn't expect you to be quite naughty too."
"But Makoto-kun told me that..."
Yotsuba pouted pitifully.
The girls chattered away discussing it.
Listening to the girls' discussion, Makoto thought for a moment and said, "Just a cave explorer, I suppose."
At these words, all the girls vaguely imagined certain scenes and blushed.
Reze didn't blush, but instead looked thoughtful.
A few seconds later, a flash of inspiration struck, and her eyes lit up.
"Makoto-kun, that Transformation Technique you learned in that Ninja World, can you make yourself smaller with it too?"
Makoto was stunned.
"Yes, why?"
Reze's face finally turned red.
She spread her legs apart, her eyes becoming hazy.
"Then you should do some exploring too."
Makoto: "..."
The girls: "..."
The air in the room froze for five seconds.
Then, it exploded.
"Reze, you slut!"
"What are you saying?!"
"I want to try too..."
"No, not you, Saeko..."
Then, under the eager gazes of Reze and the other girls, Makoto, feeling utterly helpless, could only perform the Transformation Technique.
A few minutes later.
Nayuta, who had become roommates with Kokoro again after several months, suddenly crossed her legs tightly, her face flushed red, her whole body twitching, curling up completely.
"Nayuta, what's wrong with you?"
Kokoro asked worriedly, leaning over from the adjacent bed.
"No... nothing... just a bit cold..."
Nayuta's voice trembled.
She bit her lip, trying to appear normal, but the sensations coming from the sensory sharing came wave after wave, completely uncontrollable.
"Cold? I'll get you another blanket!"
Kokoro said, getting out of bed.
"No need!"
"I... I'll be fine after lying down for a while..."
With that, Nayuta burrowed entirely under the covers, curling herself into a ball.
But the blanket was still visibly shaking.
Kokoro grew more worried, leaning by the bedside and constantly asking, "Nayuta, are you really okay? Should I call Makoto-nii? Do you have a fever?"
"Are you annoying or what?!"
Nayuta finally couldn't take it anymore and snapped back angrily.
Kokoro immediately felt wronged.
She was just worried about her friend, so why was she being yelled at?
Hearing Kokoro's sobs outside, Nayuta wanted to say something but ultimately said nothing, only biting down hard on the bedsheet, holding back to keep herself from making any sound.
Inside, she was frantically complaining: 'Makoto and the others are playing more and more perversely!'
Kokoro silently returned to her own bed, hugging her blanket, watching Nayuta's curled back, and softly said, "Nayuta, good night."
There was no response.
Only the slight trembling of the blanket.
…
The next morning,
Makoto washed twice in a row, making sure there was no smell on him, before coming out.
Yesterday he had gotten drenched all over, sticky as hell.
He changed into clean clothes and walked out of the stone house.
In the early morning of Elbaf, sunlight filtered through the enormous Adam Tree onto the ground.
Makoto stretched and walked towards the square.
In the center of the square stood a huge fountain, water gushing from the mouth of a giant stone statue, creating a rainbow in the sunlight.
Sitting next to the fountain was a blond man smoking a cigarette.
Silvers Rayleigh.
Makoto smiled and walked over.
"What's the matter? Didn't satisfy your wife?"
Rayleigh's body stiffened noticeably.
He kept repeating in his mind: 'Can't hear, can't hear, can't hear...'
Trying to forcefully ignore Makoto.
But Makoto clearly wasn't going to let him off.
"You should practice more. Otherwise, your wife might easily cheat."
The corner of Rayleigh's eye twitched.
The fingers holding his cigarette trembled slightly.
But he still held back and didn't respond.
Just then, a voice came from the side.
"I think he's got a point."
Rayleigh whipped his head around.
Gaban had walked over at some point, looking at him seriously.
"You... whose side are you on?!"
Rayleigh almost lost his composure.
Gaban shrugged, didn't answer, but his gaze drifted into the distance… in that direction was the bridal suite where Ripley lived.
Rayleigh followed his gaze, his face darkening.
"Gaban, I'm warning you..."
"Warning me about what?"
Gaban looked innocent.
Rayleigh took a deep breath, stood up, and stubbed out his cigarette.
"I'm going to find Ripley."
Gaban watched his retreating figure, his expression complex.
Makoto smiled and said, "Good luck. I believe in you."
Gaban didn't answer.