At that point, she suddenly let out a soft laugh. "Nami was right. Ren, you really are trying to have it both ways."
Ren mumbled a few sounds, wanting very much to argue back, but reason had already lost control to impulse.
Robin's Devil Fruit ability allowed her to bloom body parts anywhere within her field of vision. During their conversation, would she really have done nothing at all?
The answer was no. Robin was no inexperienced young girl. She was not someone who would be restrained by shyness.
"I still prefer being human most of the time."
Ren took a deep breath, because he had sensed the sheer difference in technique.
Whether it was Nami, Vivi, Nojiko, or Hancock, none of them could compare to Robin in this regard.
Perhaps only Monet, whose mind was filled with amusement, would deliberately study such things. Even then, she could not reach Robin's level.
"Hiss…"
He could not help drawing in a cold breath, his toes curling inside his shoes so hard it felt as though he might carve out an entire apartment with them.
A teasing touch struck precisely at his weak point, stirring the impulse below into even greater excitement.
"…"
Robin pressed her lips together. The limbs she created through her ability shared sensation with her main body.
In other words, whatever her hand touched, she herself could feel.
That was exactly why the eyes and ears she sprouted could be used for eavesdropping and gathering intelligence.
By the same logic, whatever the mouth in that palm experienced was no different from Robin herself experiencing it.
In the still and quiet atmosphere, Robin suddenly made a swallowing motion, and Ren let out a long breath as well.
Petals scattered and faded away, vanishing into nothing.
His crimson eyes seemed to examine the process. After the petal-made limb disappeared, what exactly happened to what had been taken in?
Curious, Ren asked, "Where does it go after being swallowed?"
"I'm not too sure either. Maybe we can test it."
Robin placed one hand on the desk and knelt atop it, then revealed an alluring smile.
A test, naturally, required action.
What was surprising—or perhaps perfectly reasonable—was just how playful Robin could be.
They moved to a more open space.
Robin put on a pair of black-framed glasses. They were a prize Ren had given her, capable of enhancing her field of vision until there were no blind spots.
She activated her ability. Countless hands bloomed across the walls within her sight, then grabbed hold of herself.
"Boss, no…"
The bewitching beauty revealed a frightened expression, like a subordinate being cornered by her superior.
Even her posture had been arranged into something suggestive at a glance.
One arm after another worked together to seize both of Robin's arms, lifting them high above her head.
Her right leg was raised as elegantly as a ballerina's, and Flower-Flower arms looped beneath her knee to hold it up.
Only her left foot remained unbound, because the blooming arms had lifted her too high. In truth, only the tip of her left foot could still touch the floor.
"Captive office roleplay series…"
Such a description instantly surfaced in Ren's mind. His restraint surged with heat, and then the balance of power was reversed.
Instinct seized control.
"Boss, please don't… I can find other women for you…"
Robin struggled with all her strength, yet more and more Flower-Flower arms bloomed from the walls and caught her white T-shirt.
They did not tear it apart. They merely pulled it taut, making her figure impossible to ignore.
Even her pink shorts failed to escape their fate.
The sensory stimulation tugged at her "superior's" nerves.
He could not help revealing a wicked smile. "How could anyone else be better than you? You should just be obedient, so you don't get hurt."
Robin's eyes reddened. Her enchanting, rippling gaze gathered a layer of crystalline moisture.
Then she bit her red lips and lowered her head slightly with an expression of anger and unwillingness. That subtle look of "surrender" instantly pushed the atmosphere to its peak.
The temperature in the room rose for an instant, and the coverings on Ren's body disappeared.
He reached out, curiously feeling the softness that was unlike anyone else's.
But soon, surging desire drove him further, pulling him into intimate closeness with Robin.
There was no need for the caution he had shown with the others during their first time. This gentle, graceful beauty possessed endurance far beyond imagination.
Along with that came an overwhelming tightness that made Ren draw in a deep breath.
"I won't forgive you!"
Robin suddenly raised her head. Tears slid from her eyes, and her breathtaking face was filled with unwillingness and hatred.
For a moment, Ren truly felt as though he had become an "evil superior."
He pushed even closer, almost making the enemy who had thrown out those fierce words lose all composure.
Robin let out a muffled sound, her curving figure pressing against the wall.
At that moment, the wicked superior and the unwilling subordinate were nearly locked together.
"If you won't, then you won't. I won't let you off either!"
Ren's fingertips brushed over her fair, delicate skin before circling around Robin's slender waist and pressing forward.
Robin's red lips parted slightly, and she could not help lifting her elegant neck, revealing skin as smooth and pale as fresh snow.
She used that motion to ease what she was feeling, only for her opponent to bite lightly at her neck.
"Mm…"
Suppressing the sound in her throat, Robin let the Flower-Flower arms vanish. The moment her hands were freed, she wrapped them around Ren's neck.
She forced the man's head upward, then leaned in with her red lips, greedily demanding a kiss.
It was as though another mouth had joined the struggle in perfect rhythm.
More Flower-Flower arms bloomed. Like a spider, she wound herself tightly around Ren, who had fallen into her web.
Ren, bound as he was, naturally would not simply submit. Taking control was what he wanted.
He pressed forward again, fiercely changing the distance between them, as though determined to utterly conquer this "spider-fairy" Robin.
Even she, alluring and supple to the extreme, found it difficult to contend with the nearly inexhaustible "Blazing Sun."
The corner of the room, the desk, and even strange angles near the ceiling—through Robin's astonishing creativity, the entire office became their battlefield.
It was left covered with traces of their clash.
Cream puff.
That was one of Ren's favorite—descriptions.
Not the object itself, but the image it evoked.
It described the moment when pale, thick cream overflowed from a filled dessert.
To produce such a sight, the inside first had to be filled completely, only then could one appreciate the scene of cream spilling outward.
Under Ren's relentless effort, this "cream puff" was presented perfectly.
The pale cream slowly flowed onto the damp, disheveled sheets.
Robin now lay on the large bed in her own room. A flush colored her charming face, and her entire body was utterly exhausted.
As though noticing Ren's gaze, she instinctively moved to close her legs. But then, as if remembering something, she changed back to her original posture.
According to Nami and the others, one of Ren's strange little preferences was exactly this "cream puff" thing.
Sure enough, Ren watched with great interest, seemingly filled with a strange sense of achievement.
Robin could not help rolling her eyes, then said hoarsely, "Now I understand why they all think that way."
(End of Chapter)