David D. Vivi

On David's Revenge, in the female crew members' bathhouse.

Mist rose gently from the surface of the spacious bath, like a light veil. Dawn soaked contentedly in the perfectly heated water, its warmth wrapping around every part of his body like countless gentle hands. Every inch of his skin could feel its softness and heat.

The dryness and exhaustion brought by the overwhelming sandstorm in the Alabasta desert seemed to be washed away bit by bit by the soothing bathwater. From the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes, every cell stretched freely in the water. He rested his head against the smooth, cool edge of the pool and let out a long breath.

"Phew..."

A stream of white vapor escaped his mouth like a dragon's breath, lingering in the humid mist.

Just as that rare peace was about to reach its peak and Dawn was nearly falling asleep in the warm water, the bathhouse's sliding door was suddenly shoved open with a crash. Yamato walked in barefoot, leaving a trail of faint wet footprints across the warm floor.

She wore only a large white towel tied loosely around her body. Its edges swayed lightly as she walked, yet it could hardly conceal her breathtaking curves.

The deep valley between her breasts appeared and vanished through the mist, adding a touch of temptation and mystery.

"Hubby..."

Yamato's voice carried a trace of guilt. She walked to the edge of the pool with her head lowered, like a child who had done something wrong.

"I'm sorry. I got careless and killed them all..."

Dawn opened his eyes, looked at Yamato's expression, and couldn't help but laugh. He beckoned to her.

Yamato immediately tossed aside the bothersome towel, then leaped lightly into the bath and landed precisely in Dawn's