Hancock's Prepared Surprise (I want recommendation tickets)

Morning.

The air was crisp.

When Hancock and the others woke up, none of them knew how they had returned to their rooms to sleep last night.

Early in the morning, Norse had already called them down to the first floor for breakfast.

"Wow, we finally get to eat breakfast made by Norse again today! I'm so happy!"

"Hehe... Norse must have finally found his conscience. But I hope there'll still be another meal after this one."

Gorud and Sonia came down first, rubbing their eyes.

The sight of a table full of delicious breakfast made them especially happy.

In the past, Norse would never have prepared such a thoughtful breakfast. He would either fob them off with something casual or have no mood to cook for one reason or another.

Norse did not say much beside them and simply continued working.

If not for Hancock's sleep-talk last night, which had truly warmed his heart, he would not have prepared breakfast this morning. He would have gone into the forest to handle his own business instead!

"Thank you for breakfast, Norse. What I love most is waking up in the morning to bread and a glass of milk."

"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm! And there's my favorite fruit salad too. I had the one you made before, and I still can't forget how delicious it was."

Seeing that Norse was ignoring them, Gorud and Sonia giggled as they went up to thank him, looking like obedient little cats.

"Good grief!"

Norse immediately felt awkward.

Getting flattered and praised by two girls first thing in the morning—would he get lost in it?

"Alright, your seats are over there."

Norse pointed and said, "I'm in a good mood today, so you get to enjoy this. But don't place too much hope on me making breakfast every morning from now on."

"Got it. But Big Sister just told us that we're setting sail today. As for where we're going and what we're doing, she said you get to decide everything this time."

"And I have something to add. Big Sister also said that only the four of us are setting sail this time. So if you, Norse, don't feed us and give us drinks, the girls of the Kuja Pirates will starve to death." Gorud said pitifully.

"Are you sure you didn't hear that wrong?"

The moment Norse heard they were going to sea, he became excited.

He truly did not want to stay in Amazon Lily any longer. Not only was there pressure, but he also felt increasingly drained.

Because almost every day, he was either dealing with women or dealing with women among women. Especially whenever he encountered those mindless, crazed citizens who were madly in love with him, he wanted to go into the forest and vent his frustration on those ferocious beasts.

"Of course! Oh, right—Big Sister also told us to tell you to go to her room right now." Sonia said, holding a cup of milk in both hands.

"What for?"

For some reason, Norse suddenly felt guilty.

Could it be that she had noticed what he did while changing Hancock's clothes last night?

"We don't know. But it should be something good, right? Big Sister's face was all red. She probably has a surprise for you. After all, you did so well yesterday, and we're setting sail today!"

"Oh, alright. I'll go call her down for breakfast while I'm at it."

Norse subconsciously wiped the cold sweat that had suddenly appeared on his forehead.

Thinking of how badly Hancock had vomited after getting drunk last night, leaving herself filthy all over, he simply could not bear to look at her. So when he took her back to her room, he had changed her into clean clothes.

"But that shouldn't be it! Could it be that I forgot to put her chest wrap on? So she noticed it as soon as she woke up?" Norse thought to himself as he poured a glass of milk.

"Norse, it's spilling. The milk is spilling."

Gorud was chewing bread and stuffing lasagna into her mouth when she noticed that Norse had suddenly become distracted.

"Don't startle me like that. You nearly gave me a heart attack."

Norse did not care much and said, "I'm going upstairs first. Help me clean up here."

Second floor of the palace.

Just as Norse was about to knock, Hancock happened to pull open the door.

Hancock stood in the doorway wearing a thin pink undergarment, gazing at Norse with a smile that was incredibly alluring.

"Come in quickly. I have a surprise for you."

Hancock took the initiative and grabbed Norse, pulling him into her fragrant room.

She suddenly leaned close to his ear, her cheeks flushed, and asked softly, "Norse, did you take off all of my clothes for me last night? When I woke up this morning, I was almost too embarrassed to live. Do you know? You didn't even put that chest-covering wrap back on me."

"..."

The instant Norse heard that, cold sweat poured down his face, and his whole body felt uncomfortable.

Thinking that Hancock knew about last night, he had no idea what else she might have misunderstood with her narcissistic personality.

"Actually, I didn't do anything. I was just kindly and innocently helping you change into a clean set of clothes. But don't worry, I kept my eyes closed the whole time. I couldn't see anything."

Norse played dumb and gave an awkward laugh. "Hehehe... It really isn't easy to work with your eyes closed. I didn't expect to forget about the chest wrap. That really was my fault."

"No, I wasn't blaming you. I was just very embarrassed myself, but I also wanted to bring this matter up with you..." Hancock suddenly turned around and covered her crimson face tightly with both hands, her breathing becoming somewhat difficult and rapid.

She felt she was becoming more and more shameless, actually bringing up such things with Norse while they were alone in a room. How awful.

"Oh... it's nothing. By the way, what surprise do you have for me?"

Norse was not used to discussing matters between men and women when alone with a woman, so he wanted to end the topic quickly.

But seriously.

Although Norse had not used his eyes last night, he could not operate without using his hands. So, touching Hancock's body had been unavoidable—that smooth, soft, incredibly elastic sensation...

Heh heh... Even now, just recalling it left Norse with a lingering sense of guilt, embarrassment, and blushing.

"Wait, I'll give it to you right away!" Hancock took a deep breath and composed herself, her face filled with happiness and delight.

She turned and walked to the bed, taking out a set of new clothes from beneath the embroidered pillow.

These clothes were not for Hancock herself. She had embroidered and sewn them for Norse long ago, yet she had never found the courage to give them to him. She had also worried that even if she did, Norse would take the opportunity to tease her.

But things were different now.

Norse already knew of and accepted her love. Besides, after what he had done to her last night, she finally had enough courage to do the things for him that she had never dared to do before.

"Norse, this set of new clothes is for you. I embroidered and sewed it myself!" Hancock said gently and thoughtfully, tilting her head slightly.

"Thank you!"

Norse was surprised and touched. He had not expected Hancock to personally embroider and sew a set of clothes for him.

But why was it red? Was it for a wedding? She had even sewn him underwear. She had really put her heart into it.

Hancock was overjoyed to finally see the gift she had carefully prepared delivered into the hands of the person she loved.

At this moment, there was none of the Empress's bearing in front of Norse. She was completely happy like a child, making her even more charming and beautiful.

She said happily, "I'll finish all the breakfast you carefully prepared for me this time, but I still want a sweet-and-sour salad with green and red strawberries."

"???"

Did she need to be coaxed?

Norse immediately decided to use every trick he had learned in both his past and present lives to coax women. "Don't worry. Actually, I've always known what you like to eat."

"Golden bread made from highland barley flour, freshly boiled plain milk, green vegetables, and sweet-and-sour strawberries. If there's also a ripe banana and a honey peach, those are all your favorite breakfast foods."

After Norse finished speaking.

Hancock suddenly kissed him before he could react. By the time he came to his senses, she had already shyly rushed out the door.

"I-I-I... I feel like I was aggressively attacked!?" Norse stood in the fragrant room, blankly touching his face.

P.S. Pitiful plea for recommendation votes, asking for everything.

Dangerous me, dangerous this book—it's about to be buried in a deep pit.