Touch, Wedgie, Grope, and Steal? 100 Beli It's All Real!

buh-bum. buh-bum.

buh-bum buh-bum buh-bum buh-bum.

buh-a-bum!

His heart was skipping like crazy, unusually so in this case; his parents used to say he had a sixth sense for events that would make significant, unforgettabe impacts. But it was weird to ascribe that to something like this, however hard it was making a certain woody.

No, the shipwrecked adventurer couldn't retreat now. "Now" was an opportunity!

Controlling his breaths, Akaba reminded himself of how Nami elected to describe the earrings earlier, and thought going with that as best. As the mermen watched, he nodded discreetly, his inner pervert's excitement building alongside his remorse, the former eventually beating the latter to a pulp.

Alright, he decided, that it is...

Then he bit his mouth. Sorry, Nami, but... with your poker face, I'm sure you'll have 'em reeled in pronto! He inhaled, moving closer to the orange-haired broad until they were barely an inch apart, her arms still crossed under her bulging boobs, making a nice support effect, and with her right side facing him. A fairly mild expression was on her face, the stern orange-hair showing no intention of moving. Just... keep me recognizable when you **** me, if you do.

He went over the order of actions he planned to take one last time. Then finally he lifted a hand towards her, and placed it on her side -- landing, apparently, on the side of her right boob, just over her crossed arms. Whoops. Started a bit too high. He prepared for a strike, eyes closed, only to realize that the others had re-engaged in conversation as he opened one eye, no strike arriving.

"By the way, Nami, that's the bag o' valuables Arlong's expecting, isn't it?" A merman pointed at the bag by her feet.

"Yes, it is," came Nami's cool tongued reply.

"Oooh, hope it was a good haul this time!"

"Believe me," she said as an aside, "it's more than good."

"Um, hello?!" Akaba drew the four's attention back to him. Was he... interrupting them?!

"Yes?" the mid-sized merman blinked.

Akaba looked at Nami, who was also giving him a slightly miffed look -- and just that. Even with his hand still partially on one half of those fantastic jugs of hers, resting on the soft texture of her arms. He nearly squeezed a little, only to stop before he crossed a line. If this girl wasn't pummeling him, she should be saying something, at least!

Luckily for him, Nami was pretty quick on her feet, as a flicker went through her eyes. Though it seemed to take some effort.

"Riight, the, uh, the earrings," she started, her voice far less convincing than it was on the ship. But still, Akaba let out an air of relief. She was going to play along!

He shot a quick look at the fishmen, trying to keep his legs from popping off and running behind a bush. Let's just say, he didn't want to know how an underwater wrestling match with a merman would feel like, and he wasn't planning a research paper today.

"Oh yeah," the shorter merman clapped his fins, "the earrings!"

"So," the biggest one mused, "you say these earrings allow you to do anything you want, 'ey? Like an agent of mischief?"

"Right, exactly!" Nami lifted a finger, as she cleared her throat. This gesture resulted in her right arm going back down while her left was raised, giving her boobs a slight bounce to freedom as Akaba's hand bobbed alongside it. She's not even flinching, Akaba thought, the rush to both his nether-regions and head suddenly filling him with boldness, she's amazing! Her boob... her boob is amazing..! He sighed contentedly with a squeeze, and then another after Nami, a cute, crafty smile on her face, made no objection, still looking at the mermen.

"In other words, with these earrings," she declared, "you can pretty much live," a wink, "the ultimate pirate's life."

The mermen murmured skeptically amongst themselves. Even Nami looked somewhat detached, as if she couldn't muster the enthusiasm, fake or otherwise, for what was so obviously a plain set of earrings... so, so very plain, and, unspectacular, and humdrum, and normal...

But Akaba, realizing a hot girl was allowing him to actually feel her breast, was on cloud 9 -- and before his mind could seize him, his excitement took over.

"Touch 'em!" he shouted, causing the others to look to him again with a mild straightness, as he whipped around Nami's upright body and began poking everywhere and every thing.

"Nose. Poke!

"Forehead. Poke!

"Tummy. Poke! (Navel. Mini-poke!)

"Eyelid. Poke!

"Toe. Poke!

"Cheek. Poooke!"

Nami stood compliantly, with what appeared to be a steadily bored look on her face as Akaba suddenly turned into a tornado of fingers around her -- though she dd wince a bit as he poked her belly button.

After mushing his finger against her cheek like his 8-year-old self used to do with gelatinous desserts, Akaba huffed impishly, coming to a stop at Nami's left side and grinning with an ever tactful shimmer.

"Give 'em wedgies!" he presented heartily next, pulling Nami's shorts out from her back as he swooped in with a hand, then (after a moment of searching) grabbed the hem of her tight-fitting panties, and pulled them as far up as he can. He twisted her around to show to the mermen, the rear of the orange-haired girl's pretty little undergarment in full display and the rest now riding high up her crotch as Akaba pulled her off the wood until her strapped sandals dangled below her. She just gave a flat, impatient look forward while her butt awkwardly faced their three-(mer)man audience.

Then, letting her down and releasing her panties with a sharp slap (eliciting an audible "Etetetete," from the slim girl), Akaba thirdly announced, "Grope 'em!" He pulled in a chalkboard from nowhere, pointing to a cartoonishly drawn sketch of a woman's body, with a clock in the corner. "Anywhere, anytime..!!"

After sliding the board away to whatever magic pocket it came from, he twisted Nami forward so she was once again facing the mermen, hands around her shoulders. Then, with one of the biggest intakes of air he'd taken thus far, he stared right down the valleys of her chest, rounded and nicely teased under that low-cut top, then piled his hands straight into her tits. Her sizable, perky, wonderfully soft, firm, and mushy tits.

mush

BOING

jiggle

One roll and knead after the other, Akaba didn't even open his eyes to see the nonplussed, slightly flushed look on his subject's pretty, orange-hair framed face -- but one of otherwise surprising apathy, that went beyond just acting.

He was sure of one thing though, while lost in breast-blessing rapture:

This?

THIS was heaven.

And he died, and went to it.

Sorry Nakaba...

Then one second later, a fountain of blood spewed from his nose and his body wormed to the ground, his hands still attached to the two lovely baby boppers above. Without realizing it, he brought the top down until it nearly dropped over her breasts; now that would've been ultimate freedom alright.

That said, controlling himself for one moment, he quickly scrambled up, letting the top snap back over Nami's breasts snugly (albeit tightly) as he gave them a nice farewell pat. He was probably dead already, no use pushing his luck with something he didn't mean to do; considering the lack of obstruction to his hands just then, it was probable that miss Nami here was going brassiere-less... or maybe in his excitement he wasn't paying attention. She could've had on a really soft or small one.

"Ahem!"

Akaba jumped, looking up at Nami's stern gaze. Quickly he wiped his nose dry and straightened, as Nami folded her arms in front of her again, only a shred away from those two superb orbs. The same ones he had just felt and fondled moments earlier, without even a single axiom of resistance from this blatantly strong-willed, no-nonsense woman.

Red started trickling from his nostrils again.

"So as you can see," she said with a faux-haughty lilt that even to Akaba sounded overdrawn, "these earrings are clearly mystical, and obviously work! The way mister legendary swordsman here felt me up and utterly violated me," she said with an attempt at sounding revolted, "definitely isn't something I would let him do without them! So," she returned to her catty smile, "how does 100 beli for it sound!"

Akaba smiled, nodding away, only to register what the girl said and feel his entire notions of bliss and ecstasy fly out his pores and into the crashing ocean.

WHAT?! he would've found a cup just to drink out of and spit into Nami's face. What is she thinking? Is she trying to get us killed? Me killed?! And what -- why -- is this her way of passive-aggressive **** for all that just now!?

Akaba knew his plan was weak and a poor compromise, but he really didn't want these plain old earrings to be just given away like that.

His idea was to give a 'demonstration' (that Nami would've been obliged to play along with, to keep her word sound) of its totally legitimate powers, then schmooze the mermen a bit, get them to bite on his proverbial hook (no sexual innuendo intended), and then he'd promise them some "fun, secret times" with him after he got better, which he would be after they took him to the village to get checked on. Though of course, he had no such plans to stick to that promise.

With Nami now trying to turn this into a financial exchange and give away the earrings, however, she was both jeopardizing their safety (as even with the 'demonstration', they might still grow suspicious towards anything with a price on it, and if they somehow found out that they were lying, well, time for a long, blue, wet sleep) and the final link he had with his brother.

Damn.

If he wasn't so lost in his own post-perversion bliss, he would've spoken up, but...

"Sorry Nami," he heard one of the mermen saying with a yawn, "but..."

Akaba held his breath.

"...we really don't think those earrings look like they do anything," another finished.

"Yeah, they just look like... a normal, boring pair of earrings. It also really suits the guy already, if you ask me."

Akaba breathed a surprised sigh of relief, and then just a surprised mumble. They... they.. were idiots. They were just straight up idiots.

They thought all he did just then to Nami was nothing out of the ordinary?! Really? Okay, so maybe the earrings were all bullcrap, as he and Nami knew they were -- but surely they'd think there was another reason for all that being tolerated by the typically sensible Nami, right? Like, oh who knows, a "lie"..?

Akaba would've simply thanked his lucky stars and been done with it, but now he was feeling foolish for being scared of them to begin with. If it was that easy, he could've just walked out and told them he was Nami.

Speak of the devil, the orange-haired lady was now shaking her head, a finger pointed at the fishmen. "Uh-uh-uh," she wagged, "not a hundred for the earrings. We all know they're just duds."

Akaba stiffened. Where was she going with this exactly..?

"What I want," Nami prodded with just a slight hint of theater underneath, "is a hundred beli for the show I just gave you."

"What?!"

"Come on, Nami."

"Oh that's not fair," the third merman rejected, echoing the other two's sentiments. "It wasn't you who gave us the show, anyway, it was that guy, Blah-Blah, or whatever his name is."

"Yeah," the second declared, "and it's not like we could enjoy it the same way, either. He was the one touching you and your panties and grabbing your big, bouncy knocke --"

The bigger merman nudged his mate before he could finish his sentence, gesturing towards Nami's darkening face.

"Sorry," his friend apologized for him. "He... could be pretty insensitive, sometimes."

Nami, however, was staring at the accused merman with a damning gleam. "What were you calling big, bouncy 'knockers'..?"

The mermen all receded at once, gulping. "Nami can be pretty scary sometimes," one whispered.

The water cracking against the rocks nearby, Nami just humphed and grabbed the bag next to her, walking past the mermen. "Fine, I don't need your hundred beli, anyway," she stated firmly as she stepped onto land. The mermen just looked at each other and shrugged, then walked back towards the tip of the dock as they began to observe the ship.

And, oh yeah. Akaba.

Blinking unscrupulously, the young amateur seafarer looked around him, then pinched himself. Nope, he wasn't dreaming.

Those fishmen just completely ignored him. He turned to them, watching as they nonchalantly chatted about the village, the ship, Nami's boobs.

Akaba scrunched a brow. He was a bit confused at the turn of events here. Firstly, the fishmen seemed not to care about the implications of what he had just done to, and how he had treated, Nami, and even when convinced the earrings were not worth it nor the cause of it, didn't question the oddness of what took place in the first place. Secondly, Nami herself seemed relatively detached from it, and even admitted that the earrings weren't special, which meant she admitted to lying to them earlier, though the mermen didn't seem to care about that either, which was also strange. And lastly -- why was he just standing there?! If she told them about him needing treatment, shouldn't he be getting taken there now? And if she didn't... why wasn't he getting sliced into pieces or tied up by now?

It was then he heard his name being called again, and he looked inland to see Nami waving at him. "Akaba! Come on and I'll show you the way to the village if you want."

Okay, that was it. The perplexed boy was now certain something fishy was going on here, and, running towards Nami, he sought to find out what.

"Nami," he cut her off between breaths before she could direct him, "what's going on? Why aren't I fish food? When did the plan change? Why did you let me touch your big, bouncy knockers?" He instantly slapped his mouth with his hands. Akaba remembered the shadow-form she assumed when the merman referred to her boobs that way, and he was prepared to be stepped upon.

"What do you mean?" Nami blinked at him, her hands still in place, her face still neutral. No shadow-form in sight. "Everything happened like they normally would."

"Normal?!" Akaba laughed nervously. "Are you telling me it's normal for human women to be groped when in front of a group of mermen or something..?"

"That's exactly what I'm telling you," Nami said, unfazed. "It's actually just an expected interracial custom." She studied Akaba's face. "I thought even people who had never met a merman knew that already, but it's no biggie. Anyways," Nami stretched out an arm, up the northeast road. The one they were currently on split into primarily two directions: the one that traveled the way Nami was currently pointing, and westward.

"I'm going west," the orange-haired girl explained as she heaved the bag up with her arm. Also for the first time, Akaba noticed the blue, shark-like tattoo on her shoulder. Yes, he was blind. But if you had boobs in your hands the size of extra packed bean bags, you would be, too, maybe. "The village is that way, just follow the trail and you'll make it there. Find the right people and they'll take care of you."

As she began to leave, Akaba just stood immobilized, more confused than ever.

Then, breathing in and emboldened by the weirdness of his situation (and what he was increasingly convinced might just be some comatose dream), he walked up to Nami's departing back and grabbed her hand. She looked at her wrist with fingers wrapped around it, then turned to set her eyes on his own. "Yes?" she asked evenly, with a pinch of briskness. "What is it, anything else you wanted?"

Akaba just looked at her carefully, then at the bag in her hand. Then he reached for the bag and pulled it out of her grip and stepped back. He waited for her to say something, standing there in front of her on the dirt road as a soothing breeze blew past. The expansive space and green fields around them were calming, somehow. Reminded the estranged brother of the kind of serene home he wanted to have had.

"Is that all?" Nami finally asked, although a new expression started to crawl over her as she looked at him, one hand crossed over her torso to hold onto the other arm. She looked at the bag, then back at Akaba.

But other than that, she just stood there, doing nothing; making no move to grab for it, showing no sign of offensive resistance. Just standing, if somewhat uncomfortably, like she was lost in thought.

Akaba's eyes narrowed. "Give 'em wedgies, grope women, and," he let his tongue linger, ever so slightly, "steal out of any pocket."

He couldn't believe it. Was it... was it somehow true? No, no it couldn't be. And even if it was, he wasn't sure about the scope, or the... the time frame. Was it area of effect? Island-exclusive? An elaborate prank by Nakaba, somehow?

Finally, Akaba spoke again. "What if I said I'm taking this bag?"

"I..." Nami briefly hesitated, before continuing normally, "I would prefer it if you don't, to be honest."

Akaba stroked his chin. "What if I punched you?"

The slim, orange-haired girl shrugged.

"If I kiss you?"

Shrug.

"If I put your big, bouncy knockers in my face or feel your butt or touch your... your..." Akaba gulped, as his gaze fell downward. "...your... private area?"

Another shrug. "What you do is your business," she said. She didn't seem that invested in the subject. Probably had other things on her mind at the moment.

With a sigh, Akaba lent the bag towards her, and the girl took it back, hanging it to her side once again.

"Well it's nice to have this back," Nami patted the bag contentedly. "Without this, I would've had to re-do who knew how many months of work..." She looked at Akaba, wondering if that was all he wanted; she did have somewhere to be, after all.

"Anyways," she said as Akaba approached her and placed a hand over her breast, then squeezed, eliciting a quiet peep from her. "t-the village should be that-a-way."

"Where are you going?" Akaba asked, and moved his hand under her shirt.

"Arlong Park," she answered as he, roughly, tried to remove her bra, which she eventually helped him with.

"Is there something wrong with going to the village? Does it have to do with your affiliation with those fish freaks and Arlong and them?" he asked this while he proceeded to place the -- as he predicted -- thin, soft bra onto Nami's head.

"I... I just can't go there," she set her eyes down again, causing the bra to fall. Akaba grabbed it in mid-air, then in a bout of curiosity, wrapped it around her bosom, in front of her shirt. He nodded in approval.

"Why not?"

"I'm a part of the Arlong Pirates. And the Arlong Pirates control this entire island," she explained as Akaba pressed the bra against her tightening chest. "They have been for a decade now. I'm a traitor to them." Then a look of determination filled her eyes, and she strengthened her grip around the bag. "But soon... soon, I'm going to win back all we've lost. You'll see, Arlong. Bellemere."

She seemed to be talking to herself at this point; almost as if she didn't care Akaba was there. Finally, she glanced back at the distracted young man, who placed the bra into Nami's other hand. "Hmm," he scratched an itch on his back, then felt a slight ache as one part cracked, which exactly he did not know. "Agh!"

"Well," Nami ignored his cry as she began turning away and stuffing her bra into a pocket, "I gotta run now, but maybe I'll see you around. Later, Akaba."

And like that, she was already walking off.

Akaba looked on, still feeling discomfort in his back, and peeked at the road leading to the village. He wasn't sure what was going on here, exactly, but somehow he knew that something might be going very right, at least for him -- unless, of course, this was some kind of monkey's paw situation.

He had just poked, groped, wedgied, stole from, and even removed an undergarment from right under Nami, and she let him. Yeah, they literally met less than an hour ago. But if there was one thing he knew about women like her, it was that personal space and rights was important. And he just squashed both of those and everything in between.

His pants suddenly felt a bit small for the tent protruding from it as he realized what exactly just happened. He touched a woman... a hot, orange-haired, soft young woman, in all her flesh... he held a finger to his nose, in advance. Now he was watching that same foxy girl walk away -- without so much as a slap! (And with, he noted, what appeared to be a slight upturned waddle to her step.) This wasn't just some call girl; this was a fairly intimidating, when she wanted to be, anyway, thief-pirate, pirate-thief -- whatever!

"I wonder..." he murmured imaginatively to his self, "with stuff like that being called an interracical custom, if it's also normal for someone like Nami to... to..." Akaba swallowed. "...be a resident sexual object for Arlong's crew, accommodating his and his designated officers' every wish, all while..."

Akaba shook his head again, scolding his perverted self. Now he was just letting his massive erection do the thinking again. No matter what the deal here was, Nami didn't seem like that type of girl. Though with a sigh, Akaba thought he would probably have not minded stumbling across such a fox in his naive years.

In any case, even still, his back was now minutely hurting. It was like whatever injury he might've had before finally caught up with him in all its glory. Thinking it probably would be worth getting checked out, he considered it was perhaps time for a physical. He could try to think over what the whole deal with Nami -- and the mermen -- had been while he walked, the earrings now unconsciously a part of him as they dangled in the wind. This just all felt very surreal.