Nami, Windfire Wheel

Night...

Rody carried the drunken, dazed Nami into the bedroom. Nestled against his broad chest, Nami half-closed her beautiful eyes, two alluring flushes blooming across her cheeks. Her breathing came quickly, her heartbeat racing as though a little deer were crashing wildly about inside her heart.

Seeing the blush on Nami's cheeks and her rapid breathing, her heart pounding from nervousness, Rody turned and shut the bedroom door. He carried her to the bed, then lowered his head and kissed her soft lips.

"Mmph..."

When her lips were kissed and their tongues touched, a wave of numbness swept through her body, and she gave up struggling.

Rody slowly kissed Nami's lips, their tongues brushing and tangling from time to time. His hands held her charming, delicate body, finding it warm, soft, and silky beneath his touch, surrounded by a faint fragrance that left him utterly entranced.

Rody bent down and pressed Nami onto the bed in one motion, then kissed her lips again.

Nami panted as she held back Rody's approaching face. Feeling his warm breath before her and his hands roaming freely over her body, her eyes turned hazy as she asked gently, "Rody, you truly like me, don't you?"

"Of course. You can only belong to me." Hearing this, Nami's hands, which had been holding back Rody's face, wrapped around his head instead. Rody's warm lips once more pressed against her soft mouth.

"Mmph..."

The night was pitch-black. A fine rain drizzled over the sea, draping the entire world in a thin veil.

Rody lay on the soft bed in the bedroom with an arm around Nami's smooth, fragrant shoulder, silently opening the system to check its notification.

"Congratulations, Host, for obtaining the achievement: First Blood."

[Obtained one random treasure chest]

This damn system increased his Slaughter Value whenever he killed someone, yet he still had not figured out what Slaughter Value was even for. Now it had suddenly thrown out an achievement, something called First Blood. What kind of bullshit achievement was that?

Looking at the system screen before him, Rody was utterly speechless. He checked the so-called random treasure chest. It looked magnificent and ancient, as if it held some mysterious power, radiating a profound glow. Complex patterns were carved all around it, clear and lifelike.

When he opened the random treasure chest, a burst of multicolored light flashed, and a card bearing a motorcycle appeared. A line of small text sat beneath it: "This is a magical motorcycle." Why did this motorcycle look a little familiar?

Just as Rody was pondering why the motorcycle felt so familiar, Nami's voice sounded beside his ear. "Rody, no more... I can't take it anymore." While he had been lost in thought, his hand had unconsciously moved from Nami's fragrant shoulder to her full breast.

Nami rested her head against Rody's broad chest. Feeling the mischievous hand on her body, her eyes were misty and her expression exhausted. "Rody, I really can't anymore. Can we do it tomorrow?"

It seemed even the Reverse Cursed Technique could not heal mental exhaustion. Looking at Nami's lovely orange hair, Rody gave it a gentle kiss, then pulled over the blanket and held Nami tightly as he closed his eyes. "Mm, alright. Sleep."

The following morning, sunlight streamed through the window into the bedroom, falling across their faces as Rody and Nami slowly woke up.

They smiled at each other. Nami kissed Rody, then pushed herself up with a hand against his chest. "Time to get up, my captain."

Seeing Nami's alluring body exposed as the blanket slipped down, Rody felt heat rise in his chest. He picked her up and rushed into the bathroom. After another bout of intimate affection, the two finally washed up and slowly left the bedroom for the deck.

"Lord Rody, Lady Nami."

"For breakfast, Madam Carmen and her two apprentices are cooking. It should be ready in another fifteen minutes." Mike was cleaning the deck, which had gotten somewhat dirty from yesterday's rain. Upon seeing Rody and Nami emerge, he greeted them respectfully.

Rody waved to show that he understood, then turned toward the dining room to wait and see what delicious food breakfast would bring. Nami, meanwhile, went to check on her beloved orange trees first.

Before he even entered the dining room, he heard a woman laughing. Once inside, he saw Carmen laughing loudly while dancing exaggerated steps.

Speechless, Rody pulled over Carmen's eldest apprentice, Leo. "What's wrong with her?"

"Lord Rody, Master says she must maintain sufficient enthusiasm every day. Only then can she make delicious food," Leo answered respectfully.

When the old butler Mike had told Leo and Jose that Rody was a wanted criminal with a bounty of fifty million Beli, their limbs had gone weak with fear. Yet in the end, they had still decided to stay with their master, Carmen.

After learning Rody's identity, Leo and Jose had still dared to remain with Carmen. Rody's impression of the two was fairly good, even though they both looked rather abstract.

The warm sun hung high, and a gentle breeze blew.

After breakfast, Rody lounged comfortably in a deck chair, drinking freshly mixed juice as he opened the system and claimed the motorcycle card from the random treasure chest.

A flash of white light appeared in the open space before Rody, and a blue-and-white motorcycle materialized in front of him.

"Wow, Rody, where did this motorcycle come from? It looks so cool!" Nami walked over to Rody's side and asked.

"Yes, Lord Rody, this motorcycle looks so cool." Seeing the white light, the other crew members gathered around as well.

Then, with a sudden crack, the motorcycle before them split cleanly down the middle from the front seat to the rear, rising to stand like a pair of legs. Mechanical arms extended from the large side panels, and a yellow mechanical head emerged from between the handlebars.

"Time City's second-in-command, the bravest warrior of the Vehicle Clan—Windfire Wheel has arrived!"

"The... the motorcycle spoke?" Nami's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.

"Y-Yeah, the motorcycle spoke! Could it be a monster?"

"It... it has to be a monster! Otherwise, how could a motorcycle turn into a person and speak?"

"We're... we're done for! The motorcycle monster is definitely going to eat us!"

"D-Don't be afraid. Lord Rody has a bounty of fifty million Beli. He's the strongest person with the highest bounty in East Blue!"

Leo comforted Jose as the two ran behind Rody and each grabbed one of his legs. Then they shouted defiantly at Windfire Wheel, "Hey, motorcycle monster! Lord Rody is the strongest person with the highest bounty in East Blue! Who are you? What kind of monster are you? Hurry up and explain yourself!"

Rody looked speechlessly at the two accessories hanging from his legs. Mike also came to Rody's side and stared at Windfire Wheel in shock. "Lord Rody, do you know what this is?"

Mike had served as a butler for the Bruce Family for decades. He had seen and heard of many strange things, but a robot like this—let alone seeing one—he had never even heard of one.

"Mm. I summoned him. You... you can just treat him as a companion." Rody had no idea how to explain robots to them. Was he supposed to say it was a motorcycle that had eaten a Human-Human Fruit...?