Straw Hats and Babe Spotters [pt. I]

*Written with NamiChwan57

Nineteen years old and already a prime Babe Spotter, Nakaba had accomplished his wildest dreams: He was a confirmed sex maniac with two hot as fuck bitches under his stupidly fat as well as absurdly long thumb; a crew of bad ass infamous pirates serving as his posse and an excessively large and boundlessly furnished ship as his personal yacht. And it wasn't just his incredible cock which had turned him into a bona fide pro when it came to fucking any bitch with enough juice to make him groan in pleasure. He had an ace in the hole.

One earring to rule them all. One earring to make him immune to fallout. One earring to bring them all, and in debauchery bind them; In the land of bitches where the sluts lie.

He'd had Robin attune to the earring that made everyone accept one's actions as perfectly normal and unremarkable. She didn't wear it regularly as a rule but she understood its magic capabilities and could put it on as needed to protect and support Nakaba as she deemed necessary. You probably think he's a complete and utter backbirth placing such a supreme 'get out of jail free card' off his person, even if only in the hands of an unconditionally loyal slut pirate. But then you'd probably be forgetting Nakaba's absurdly high luck stat (Recall his massive, greater than foot long penis; not to mention the reality-altering treasures he'd received from a mysterious stranger while simply passing through a small town).

The weeks of seemingly endless ocean traveling lewdness had changed him and the crew. Ideals and goals had slowly shifted to help Nakaba’s personal playboy path in life. The women had made sure to dedicate long stretches of their days to keeping him happy and drained, either in bed, in the bath, or out on the deck. The men were either too busy pleasuring themselves to the smorgasbord of sex or working to help improve Nakaba’s high standing to do anything else either. Only occasionally working to keep the ship on the right course.

To suffice it to say, the Thousand Sunny was a mobile and lewd paradise for a perverted lad like himself out on the Grand Line for the first time in his young life.

And he wouldn't change it for the world.