With the collapse of Arlong Park, the tyranny that had plagued Cocoyasi Village for eight years finally ended.
The force of Darian's punch seemed to clear the sky itself. The thick clouds dispersed, allowing warm sunlight to shine down on the ruins.
Amidst the rubble, Darian held Nami, who was still sobbing in his arms.
"It's alright," Darian whispered, stroking her hair. "Don't cry anymore. People will think I'm bullying you."
Nami sniffled, pulling back slightly. Her eyes were red, but the weight that had crushed her for so long was gone.
"How about I show you a magic trick?" Darian asked with a grin.
"A magic trick?" Nami looked suspicious. "You're not just trying to sneak a kiss, are you?"
Darian rolled his eyes. "Just trust me. Close your eyes."
Nami hesitated, then sighed. "Fine. But if you try anything weird, I'm charging you extra."
She closed her eyes, expecting a kiss. Instead, she felt a warm, soothing energy flow from Darian's hands into her shoulders. It spread through her body, washing away the aches and pains of the last few days.
"Okay," Darian said softly. "Open your eyes."
Nami blinked. She looked around. Nothing seemed different.
"Look at your shoulder," Darian pointed.
Nami turned her head. She gasped.
The Arlong tattoo—the mark of her slavery, the symbol she had hated and tried to cut off so many times—was gone. In its place was smooth, unblemished skin.
"How...?" Nami whispered, tracing her shoulder in disbelief.
"My abilities can smooth out imperfections," Darian explained. "I could have done it earlier, but... well, you weren't ready."
"It's... it's gone," Nami choked out. "It's really gone."
She threw herself back into his arms, hugging him tighter than ever before. "Thank you, Darian. Thank you."
"Anytime."
Just then, voices echoed from the path. The villagers were coming.
"Go," Darian said, gently pushing her toward them. "Tell them the nightmare is over."
Nami nodded, wiping her tears. She tiptoed and planted a quick kiss on his lips. "You're my hero."
She started to walk away, then stopped. She reached into her pocket (or somewhere) and tossed him a white mask.
"Put this on," she ordered.
"Why?" Darian frowned. "I want them to see the hero's face!"
"Because you're too handsome!" Nami huffed. "I don't need every girl in the village chasing you. Put it on!"
Darian sighed but obeyed. Possessive much?
"Nami!"
A voice rang out. Nojiko, Genzo, and the rest of the village rushed forward.
"Nojiko! Genzo!" Nami screamed, running into their arms.
The news spread like wildfire. Arlong Park was destroyed. Arlong was defeated.
The villagers went berserk. They stormed the ruins, venting years of anger on the fallen fish-men. But eventually, the rage turned to joy.
That night, Cocoyasi Village threw the biggest party in its history.
Food and wine flowed like water. Music filled the air. Everyone danced, sang, and celebrated their newfound freedom.
Darian, the masked hero, was swarmed by grateful villagers. Young girls tried to drag him onto the dance floor, but Nami acted as his personal bodyguard, glaring at anyone who got too close.
As the night wore on, the party showed no signs of stopping. But the guests of honor quietly slipped away.
Bellemere's House.
The Orange Orchard.
The small house was quiet compared to the noise of the village. The scent of tangerines filled the air.
Darian sat on the edge of Nami's bed, feeling the exhaustion of the day finally catch up to him.
"Nami?" he asked, looking at the girl standing by the door. "What's wrong? Why did we leave early?"
Nami didn't answer. She locked the door and turned to face him.
She pushed him back onto the bed.
Caught off guard, Darian stumbled and landed on the large bed, which smelled of tangerines. He looked at the girl, confused.
At that moment, whether from a little alcohol or something else, the girl's cheeks were flushed. Nami bit her lower lip, her cheeks rosy, her large brown eyes filled with tears as she stared intently at the young man before her.
After a while, Nami finally mustered her courage and said, "Didn't you want me to give you *that*? Tonight, I'll consider it your reward."
With that, Nami grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it up, pulling off her thin short-sleeved shirt. Then, she reached behind her back to unbutton it, removing her bra, revealing a beautiful sight to Darian—the soft bounce of her freed breasts in the dim light, their creamy curves heaving with her quickened breaths.
Without the support of her bra, her two round breasts still stood proudly erect, as if defying gravity, their pink nipples hardening in the cool air of the room.
Two rosy dots adorned her breasts, making her rounded mounds look incredibly adorable, yet irresistibly tempting.
Darian was captivated by the sight before him. Usually, he was the one taking the initiative, and the girl would only half-heartedly comply, becoming more proactive only after she was aroused.
Now, watching the girl willingly remove her coverings before him, revealing her beauty, every move she made was so alluring—the whisper of fabric sliding over skin, the faint citrus scent of her body mingling with the room's tangerine aroma. How could Darian not be excited? His pulse raced, his mouth going dry at the visual feast.
Nami's actions weren't over yet. Although her face showed some shyness, her hands gently unzipped the side of her skirt, pulling down her white panties as well, the soft material whispering against her thighs as it fell to the floor.
Soon, Nami's beautiful body was completely exposed before Darian: her high, white breasts rising and falling with each breath, her flat, cute belly taut with anticipation, and her clean, smooth pussy glistening slightly in the low light, the faint musky scent of her arousal beginning to fill the air. He felt a blanket of white before his eyes, and Darian subconsciously swallowed, as if seeing it for the first time, the sight making his cock twitch in his pants.
Now, Darian was completely convinced of a theory: the feeling of a woman undressing herself is completely different from when you undress her. Seeing Darian gazing at her with longing, Nami, who had been somewhat shy, curled her lips into a smug smile.
Nami walked over to him and pushed Darian down onto the bed, like a domineering female CEO, the mattress creaking softly under his weight.
Nami leaned down and kissed his lips, their tongues entwined, and they began to exchange saliva, the wet smacking sounds echoing in the quiet room as her tangerine-sweet taste flooded his mouth.
Although their mouths were still moist with food, Darian could only describe Nami's saliva as sweet as a tangerine, tangy and addictive.
Darian's hands instinctively climbed up the girl's waist, sliding up, about to ascend her majestic, towering breasts, feeling the silky warmth of her skin, when Nami stopped her tongue from entwining with his.
"Don't move, didn't I say I'd do it myself!" Nami said, her face flushed and slightly breathless, displeased, her hot breath fanning his face.
Hearing this, Darian obediently withdrew his hands from the mounds.
Nami's lips curled into a smug smile. Imitating her usual teasing manner, she clumsily kissed Darian on the cheek, then his neck, chest, and so on downwards, her lips leaving warm, wet trails that cooled in the air, sending shivers through him.
Next, she roughly ripped open Darian's short-sleeved shirt, looking at him like a female hooligan, the buttons popping with sharp snaps.
After a period of dual cultivation, Darian's previously muscleless abdomen now had four abs, and the other four were also well-defined, looking just right, the ridges firm under her exploring fingers.
Imitating Darian, Nami clumsily kissed his chest and abdomen. Whenever Darian reached out to touch her, Nami would give him a look, her breath hot against his skin.
Now, Darian understood what Nami felt as he kissed her all over her body—the electric tingle of lips on sensitive flesh, the building heat in his core.
Finally, Nami knelt on the bed, removing Darian's last restraints with a swift tug, the fabric rasping against his thighs. His erect cock sprang out, slapping Nami's face with a soft thud, the heat of it branding her cheek. The usually domineering Nami was momentarily stunned; clearly, Darian's cock was even more domineering than her, throbbing visibly in the air.
But Nami wasn't one to back down easily. She ripped off Darian's restraints and grabbed the throbbing cock that was defiantly pointing towards her, her fingers wrapping around its veined shaft with a firm grip.
Nami's slightly cold, smooth hand gave Darian a unique sensation, so stimulating that he couldn't help but gasp, the chill contrasting with his heated flesh, sending jolts up his spine.
Darian had practiced with Nami's hand before. Nami was also a very good student; she squeezed, stroked, and occasionally pressed down on the cockhead with her thumb, the slick precum aiding her movements, the wet sounds of her handjob filling the room, almost driving Darian to the brink of collapse, but he managed to hold back, his muscles tensing.
Seeing Darian gritting his teeth, determined to fight to the very end, Nami finally unleashed her trump card.
Cocks prefer dark, humid, and sultry environments. When his cock entered her mouth, the sudden enveloping heat and wetness made Darian groan, Nami's puffed-out cheeks giving him an unprecedented thrill as her tongue swirled tentatively.
His mind kept sending him a command: release all the cum from his balls; they had found a suitable environment to unload, the suction pulling at him relentlessly.
Seeing Darian grit his teeth and struggle to hold back, Nami, not to be outdone, began to move her head up and down, the slurping noises lewd and rhythmic. Her rough yet soft tongue swept across the cockhead, the salty tang of his precum making Nami want to bite it off and swallow it whole, but she couldn't. All she could do was gently bite it with her teeth, the light scrape sending sparks through him!
Nami's pouting gaze gave Darian an unprecedented sense of conquest, a dual stimulation of body and mind, making Darian unable to resist reaching out to touch Nami's short orange hair, the strands silky between his fingers.
Nami protested indistinctly to Darian's touch, her pouting lips making a muffled sound around his shaft. After a long while, Nami felt her mouth was starting to hurt, the ache in her jaw building, but Darian still showed no intention of ejaculating. Finally, Nami had no choice but to give up.
Spitting out the cock with a wet pop, a transparent thread of saliva stretched between Nami's moist lips and the shaft, making it glisten as if it had been rained on, the drool cooling on his skin.
The saliva coated the throbbing cock, eventually forming glistening streams that flowed down to the base, pooling warmly against his balls.
Their eyes met, no words were needed. Seeing Darian's defiant gaze, Nami stubbornly straddled Darian's waist. She was determined to tame this wild horse today.
Holding the hard cock firmly, Nami slowly crouched down and enveloped it in her wet pussy, where it often bathed, the slick heat swallowing him inch by inch with a squelching sound, her inner walls clenching around him.
The closeness, warmth, and slipperiness felt like heaven, the velvet grip milking him. Darian needed to take deep breaths to suppress his volcanic urge, the scent of her arousal thick in the air.
After adjusting to the full sensation, the stretch making her gasp, Nami placed her hand on Darian's chest and began to move in perfect harmony, riding him rapidly up and down, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, the rhythmic slap of skin on skin echoing. Nami galloped freely across the grassland, her moans growing louder.
Watching Nami ride, Darian happily lay back and enjoyed the ride, even having the leisure to observe the room's furnishings, the citrus scent intensifying with their sweat.
When Darian's peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a dark shadow reflected in the window, he stiffened involuntarily, his cock twitching inside her.
Because the cabin was built in an orchard, at least a ten-minute walk from the village, and because of Nami, it rarely got any visitors. Besides, everyone was celebrating, so only Nojiko was there.
Darian was now in an awkward position. Sleeping in her sister's bed, enjoying her sister's passion, even Darian, with his thick skin, was starting to feel overwhelmed, the thrill of being watched adding a forbidden edge.
Just as Darian was wondering what to do, Nami let out a high-pitched moan, and Darian felt a warm stream of her juices wash over him, soaking his groin, bringing him to the brink of climax.
Darian rolled over, pinning Nami beneath him, hoisting her long legs onto his shoulders, the musky scent of their combined arousal overwhelming, and sealing her lips with his own, beginning his final thrusts, deep and pounding.
The clapping grew louder, wet and insistent, and the bed creaked under the weight, groaning in protest.
The breathing inside grew heavier, ragged gasps filling the room, and the breathing outside became erratic, faint but audible. Darian, seemingly venting his pent-up emotions on Nami, had his ears perked up; the heavy, erratic breathing outside was undoubtedly a huge encouragement to him, spurring him harder.
Nami felt like a fish in water, having reached the peak of one wave, her body shuddering with aftershocks, but wave after wave crashed down, each higher than the last, the overwhelming fullness and friction building to ecstasy. She felt she could be crushed and drowned at any moment, lost in the tidal surge of pleasure!
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