Freaks, Rich People and Otherwise

Feeling up such a hot lady was getting me hard, so it was no wonder that I blurted out something random like, "What? You normally a cuckold guy, getting off on this?"

I wasn't expecting much. More casual non-reaction maybe, or a shocked gasp. But as I spoke, the earrings I'd clipped on earlier started to heat up weirdly on my ears, and then, everything just flipped.

"Why, yes," Reginald replied with a chuckle, his voice dripping with a newfound excitement. "It's quite the thrill, really. Nothing quite gets the blood pumping like watching a strapping young pirate take his liberties, wouldn't you agree, my dear?"

Vivienne looked over at him with a mix of affection and a teasing cruelty that seemed honed by countless similar encounters. "Oh, absolutely, Reggie. Though it's a bit of a shame, isn't it? You seem to enjoy watching more than participating. But then, that’s always been your place in our little games, hasn’t it?"

Her body was pressed against mine in a way that suggested far more familiarity than I was used to, turned her gaze languidly towards Reginald. Her eyes were half-lidded, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips as she responded. "Oh, indeed, Reggie. But let’s be honest, you do more than just watch, don’t you? I seem to recall my dignified husband as nothing more than a naked, eager spectator, jerking away like a **** monkey."

Um. What? Hadn't this bitch been fearing for her life and pussy a minute ago?

Reginald's chuckle didn't falter, but there was a flash of something—a mix of humiliation and excitement—as he absorbed her words. "Ah, my love, your words cut deep, yet stir something fierce within me. Do continue, sir," he gestured towards me with a flourish, a bizarre mix of cuckolded husband and proud showman.

Vivienne's hand trailed down my chest, a mock-consoling pat that felt more like a proprietorial claim. "It’s his little quirk, you see. Most men bring home flowers, mine collects low-born rough studs. He seems to find them... invigorating, don't you, darling?"

Is this really happening right now?

"Exceedingly so," Reginald agreed, his tone betraying no shame, only a strange pride as he adjusted himself, his gaze flickering between Vivienne and me with unabashed hunger. He grinned, a lascivious twinkle in his eye that matched the playful malice in Vivienne's tone. "There’s something rather compelling about the raw vitality of such encounters, wouldn't you say? It adds a certain... spice to our marital bliss."

Vivienne laughed, a sound rich and sultry, echoing around the lavish room. "Indeed, it does. And Reggie here, bless his heart, plays his part with such enthusiasm. It's quite the sight, our little escapades. He's quite the performer when the mood strikes him."

Reginald's response was a mix of a nod and a slight bow, an acknowledgment of his role in their unusual dynamic. "A man must know his strengths, my dear. And if mine is to appreciate the... talents of others, then so be it. Please, don't let me stop you. The show, as they say, must go on."

This is too much. Rich folks are definitely a different breed...

Vivienne was already up close, her movements sultry and deliberate. Her hands roamed over my chest and then lower, boldly mirroring the liberties I had taken with her earlier. With a flirtatious gleam in her eye, she whispered, "Don't be shy now. You're playing a starring role in our little drama."

Reginald, meanwhile, had started to rub the front of his pants, his eyes locked on us, his expression one of sheer delight. The transformation from a dignified gentleman to this... gooning spectator was complete and utterly bizarre. His enthusiastic murmurs and slight moans filled the air as he watched his wife's hands wander over me, a stark contrast to the composed husband I'd first encountered.

Creepily he was staring right at my own bulging crotch, "Ah, it seems our young pirate here might want you to walk the plank, my dear."

Vivienne's eyes followed Reginald's gaze, and her smile widened. "That's no plank, Reggie. That's more of a ship's mast. Impressive," she remarked, her tone laced with both amusement and approval.

The mix of arousal and confusion made my head spin. I liked the attention, no lie, but the way these two switched gears so fast was making me suspicious. They were like cats who'd cornered a mouse, and I wasn't sure I wanted to know what came next.

Feeling the situation spiraling into realms of discomfort I hadn't expected, I backed away slightly, trying to regain some control. "Right, well... glad you approve, I guess," I managed, my voice edged with unease.

Just then, a loud commotion from outside the room caught my attention. Grateful for the distraction, I quickly moved to the window. Peering out, I caught sight of something even crazier than the scene unfolding in the room.

I watched as the chaos on deck had escalated into something straight out of a madman's tale. A boy in a red shirt and a straw hat was being chased by a horde of my pirate crew. He was fast, but not fast enough to outrun them without a trick up his sleeve.

Suddenly, the boy grabbed onto the ship's mast, but instead of stopping, he kept running. His arm, unbelievably, stretched—stayed connected to the mast as his body moved farther away. The pirates, in hot pursuit just moments before, skidded to a halt and stared in disbelief. His arm stretched clear across the deck, a bizarre sight that had everyone, including me, gaping in shock.

With a grin that could light up the darkest depths of the sea, the boy in the straw hat shouted something jubilant that I couldn't quite make out from this distance. Then, in a move as unexpected as it was spectacular, he jumped off the deck. The tension in his stretched-out arm catapulted him back like a slingshot. He shot across the space between with incredible speed, barreling into the group of pirates like a human cannonball. The impact sent them flying in all directions, tumbling over each other in a tangled heap.

I stared, mouth agape. "A Devil Fruit power!"

It was the only explanation for the impossible feat I'd just witnessed. Devil Fruits were legendary for granting their eaters abilities beyond the realm of normal men, and this boy clearly had one that let him stretch his body like rubber.

The realization hit me hard and fast. I couldn't stay here if the cruise ship's defenders included a Devil Fruit user—especially one as unpredictable and powerful as the straw hat boy. The dynamics on this ship had just shifted dramatically, and staying could mean facing an opponent who could outpower us pirates with bizarre and unnatural abilities.

Beside him, scurrying around nervously, was Koby—a fellow cabin boy who, like me, had been unwillingly dragooned into Alvida’s crew. I knew Koby as a decent sort, always trying to keep his head down and stay out of trouble. But here he was, right in the thick of it, talking urgently to the Straw Hat guy.

Suddenly, Alvida was there, brandishing her massive spiked mace menacingly. The situation escalated quickly as Koby, somehow finding a burst of courage, started yelling at her, denouncing her cruelty. It was a bold move that could easily get him killed.

The Straw Hat guy just laughed in response—loud and carefree, completely unafraid of the looming threat Alvida posed. Then, as Alvida's rage reached its peak, she swung her mace with all her might at him. I tensed, expecting the worst.

But when the mace hit, it was like striking a wall. It did absolutely nothing to the Straw Hat guy. Instead, his arm shot out at an incredible angle, stretching impossibly far out past the ship over the water. For a second, it looked like he was reaching for the horizon itself. Then, in a flash, his arm snapped back, pulling him forward like a slingshot. His fist connected with Alvida with such **** that she was sent flying off the deck, disappearing into the sea far in front of the ship.

The deck fell silent, everyone stunned by what they’d just witnessed. This was no ordinary kid; this was a Devil Fruit user with the power to turn the tide of any battle.

I had to get out of here.

With that realization burning in my mind, I turned to rush out of the room, but Vivienne's voice caught me. "Won't you stay a bit longer?" she purred, stepping closer with a look that was all seduction. "We could have... a lot of fun."

As tempting as the offer was, and despite the confusing thrill of their earlier behavior, the danger of the situation was too real. "I... I gotta go," I stammered, backing away. "This is getting too hot, and I don’t mean the good kind."

Vivienne’s smile faltered, a mix of disappointment and amusement flickering in her eyes. But I didn’t wait to see her response. Turning, I bolted for the door, my only thought now to get back to my ship, away from Devil Fruit powers and unpredictable rich folks. Whatever game they were playing, it was no match for the life-threatening spectacle unfolding outside.

This ship was a powder keg with a lit fuse, and I wasn’t about to stick around to see it explode.