A Model Secretary

Once the Marines had finished dealing with the battlefield, Senga ordered the ranks assembled and led them away.

On the way back, Kalifa wore an expression as if she wanted to say something but held herself back, until she followed Senga back to the office from before.

After helping Senga take off his suit and hang it on the rack, Kalifa slowly walked behind him and consciously began kneading his shoulders.

Senga closed his eyes and enjoyed Kalifa's massage. No wonder those bosses on Blue Star liked hiring secretaries once they got rich, especially beautiful young female secretaries. This life was truly decadent!

Senga slightly opened his eyes and saw Kalifa staring at him. The moment she saw him open his eyes, she hurriedly looked away. Amused, he spoke.

"If you have something to ask, ask now. Miss this chance, and there won't be another."

Kalifa hesitated slightly before asking,

"I heard that Lord Senga defeated a Vice Admiral in the year-end assessment and received a Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit. May I ask if you did not eat that fruit?"

As expected, the World Government's information network was truly efficient. Then again, Mythical Zoan Devil Fruits were rare, and one had been given to a "new recruit" like him. After thinking for a moment, Senga made up an excuse.

"Mm, I didn't eat it myself. I fed that fruit to my pet cat. There, the one on my shoulder. You saw her too."

Senga gestured with his mouth toward Metis on his right shoulder and added,

"Oh, right. Her name is Metis."

Kalifa gave Metis on Senga's shoulder another serious look, then secretly nodded. So that's how it is. That explains why this cat's Battle Power and abilities are so strange. It must be because of that Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit.

But what was Uchiha Senga thinking? A Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit would make people fight until their heads bled out at sea, yet he had actually given it to his pet cat?

He was truly generous. If only she could have a Devil Fruit like that. Kalifa glanced at Metis enviously.

Senga noticed the envy in Kalifa's eyes. Thinking that Kalifa at this point probably had not eaten a Devil Fruit yet, he said casually,

"You haven't eaten a Devil Fruit yet, have you? Be my secretary properly, and if I get an extra Devil Fruit in the future, I'll naturally reward you with one."

Senga deliberately stressed the word "my," and Kalifa naturally understood what he meant. The World Government had sent her to secretly monitor Senga, and both of them had always been tacitly aware of it.

However, she did not take Senga's words too seriously. One Devil Fruit was obviously not enough to make her betray the World Government.

Senga also knew that making Kalifa betray them with a single Devil Fruit was a bit unrealistic. He was merely testing her. Seeing that she showed no particular resistance, he knew that as long as the price was high enough, there was room for negotiation. He was already somewhat reluctant to let such a capable secretary go.

Senga touched the Rinnegan in his right eye and thought,

Just one more Devil Fruit, and I'll be able to unlock the third tomoe in my right Rinnegan. I have a feeling the third tomoe will bring a qualitative change. I need to hurry.

With that in mind, Senga raised his head and spoke to Kalifa, who was still massaging him.

"Do you know of any ways to obtain Devil Fruits? Preferably ones with confirmed abilities."

Kalifa froze. She suddenly remembered that Senga had fed his Devil Fruit to a cat, so he had not eaten one himself. Was he looking for a suitable one to eat this time?

Thoughts aside, her professional instincts made her immediately offer a suggestion.

"As for Devil Fruits, the auction house in Area One of the Sabaody Archipelago occasionally auctions them off, though most of the time it holds slave auctions."

An auction house? Senga remembered that when Luffy and his group first arrived at Sabaody, they had indeed attended an auction. They had caused a huge scene there and had even beaten up a Celestial Dragon, alarming Kizaru, his clock-punching uncle-in-law.

So it was that auction house. The Celestial Dragons seemed to enjoy going there too. Those people might be terrible, but most things they fancied were good things! This auction was worth visiting.

Senga nodded, feeling that Kalifa's suggestion was indeed good. He snapped his fingers and said,

"Fine. Make the arrangements. Come with me to Area One tomorrow, and we'll try our luck."

"Yes."

Kalifa bowed slightly, stopped moving her hands, and prepared to leave to sort through the auction house's information and arrange tomorrow's itinerary.

However, as soon as she walked out from behind the chair and passed by Senga's side, he suddenly pulled her into his arms. Caught off guard, she landed squarely on his thigh. It happened so suddenly that she did not struggle at all for a moment.

She was still a girl, after all. Once she came to her senses, she looked at Senga with shame and anger and said bitterly,

"Let go of me! This is sexual harassment, Colonel Senga!"

Senga looked at her with a faint smile. Seeing that she had recovered her senses, he tightened the arm around Kalifa's waist, making her somewhat uncomfortable as she twisted in his arms.

Yet Senga ignored her resistance. He even pressed his face close to Kalifa's ear and whispered,

"You really are an incredibly useful secretary. I don't think I can live without you anymore."

The strange sensation at her ear made Kalifa feel as though electricity had run through her body. She had not expected Senga to completely disregard convention. She had heard that his relationship with Vice Admiral Gion in the Marines was unusual. Was he not afraid she would go complain to her?! Right, Gion!

"Aren't you afraid I'll tell Vice Admiral Gion about this?"

Senga paused when he heard Gion's name, then smiled and shook his head. Maintaining his current position, he continued whispering into Kalifa's ear.

"Why would I be afraid? Gion is mine. What is there that I can't say? And you? If I took you, the World Government might actually be quite happy. Then wouldn't they have leverage over me through you?"

"Y-you, what are you talking about? That way of thinking is dangerous!"

Kalifa was completely flustered. She knew Senga was absolutely right. If sacrificing her body could give the World Government leverage over someone like Senga, a Marine with enormous potential and future top-tier Battle Power, they would have long since wrapped her up and delivered her to Uchiha Senga with both hands.

The only reason they had not done so was that few of the Marines' highest-ranking fighters throughout history had any interest in that sort of thing. Each one was more sexually indifferent than the last, so the World Government had never even considered it.

Not to mention the World Government, even the Uchiha Clan rarely produced someone like Senga. After all, Senga's soul ultimately came from Blue Star.

Unable to break free from Senga's embrace, Kalifa's long legs clad in fishnet stockings tensed as she prepared to use Rankyaku from the Marine Six Styles.

As a high-ranking World Government agent, Kalifa was naturally extremely familiar with the Six Powers. She was confident that even if her Rankyaku could not hurt Senga, it could at least help her escape this man!

But the moment she moved, Metis on Senga's shoulder noticed. Metis let out a sharp meow and leaped from Senga's shoulder, lowering her upper body slightly. Black Flame flickered in her feline eyes as an extremely dangerous aura radiated from her, locking tightly onto Kalifa.

Gulp. Kalifa swallowed and completely abandoned the thought. She obediently slumped back onto Senga's thigh.

She had no doubt that if she dared launch Rankyaku, Uchiha Senga's pet cat would instantly freeze her into an ice sculpture. Her final fate would not be any different from Jerry's.

Seeing that Kalifa had become obedient in his arms, Senga no longer wished to tease her. He loosened his arm and let her stand. Teasing his cute secretary now and then was enough; going too far would ruin the fun.

After standing, Kalifa quickly straightened her disheveled clothes. She wanted to glare at Senga, but Metis's threatening gaze made her wilt. Leaving behind only, "I'm going to work," she fled as though escaping for her life, leaving Senga alone in the office chair with a teasing expression.

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