Getting Back at Nami [vs. 2]

“It’s normal for the shopkeeper to remember an urgent inventory discrepancy, go into the stockroom, and remain there until Tsujo has left.”

“It’s normal for customers to decide they can visit this shop later.”

“It’s normal for Nami to remain inside until her dispute with Tsujo has been settled.”

“It’s normal for Nami not to attack Tsujo, draw a weapon, call for help, or involve anyone until we're done.”

“It’s normal for Nami not to touch, steal, remove, conceal, or damage the earring Tsujo is wearing.”

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The proprietor wanted forty-two thousand berries for the green dress.

Nami wanted to pay twenty-five.

They had already argued past thirty-five and were approaching the useful part of the negotiation, where both women knew the final price would depend on what happened behind the counter.

“Twenty-seven thousand,” the proprietor said. “That includes the loose thread you keep pretending is fatal.”

“One loose thread becomes an open seam. An open seam becomes a ruined dress.” Nami spread the dress across the counter as if presenting evidence at a murder trial. “Twenty-three with the Oral Discount.”

The proprietor folded her arms beneath a generous bosom. “The customary discount is not four thousand berries.”

“You haven’t tried my tongue.”

“I know how the custom works.”

“You know how an average customer does it. I’m better than average.”

The proprietor’s gaze dropped to Nami’s mouth.

That was promising.

Nami leaned across the counter, allowing the neckline of her blue shirt to descend between her big breasts while the woman considered the offer. She had no reason to be embarrassed. Oral sex was useful, and skill deserved confidence. Plenty of people stumbled through it with too much enthusiasm and too little attention. Nami knew how to read breathing, how to use the flat of her tongue without exhausting herself, and exactly when to slow down so a merchant would agree to another two percent.

“I know exactly where a woman needs attention,” Nami continued. “No fumbling, no scraping your clit with teeth, no pretending that licking the same useless spot for twenty minutes counts as technique. I’ll have you finished quickly enough to reopen before another customer arrives.”

The woman’s cheeks reddened. “You sound very confident.”

“I save a lot of berries.”

“Twenty-six thousand.”

“Twenty-four, and I’ll give you a second orgasm if you include the yellow shirt.”

The proprietor started to answer when a bell jingled behind Nami.

Nami glanced toward the entrance and her stomach dropped.

Tsujo stood inside the shop.

Alarm struck before she could disguise it. Her shoulders tightened, her hand twitched toward the collapsed staff hidden beneath her skirt, and her eyes swept across the room in search of the quickest route out.

Her body recognized him just as quickly.

A warm contraction pulsed inside her pussy. Moisture touched her panties as memories of impossible fullness tangled themselves around memories of fury, humiliation, and the moment she had finally understood that nothing about their first encounter had been right.

The physical response was infuriating but the danger mattered more.

Tsujo had entered alone, but he had not come unsupported. Beyond the front window stood a green-haired guy tall enough that his head was above the top when he wasn’t bending down to look inside. His teeth were sharp, his posture aggressively casual, and his attention returned to the shop whenever anyone passed near its door.

A red-haired woman was beside him looking in. She was several inches taller than Nami, sturdier through the shoulders, and wearing an open coat that made no attempt to cover her enormous breasts. Both heavy globes hung completely bare, their pierced nipples visible to everyone on the street.

The woman looked like a thug. The green-haired monster looked like a worse thug. More Buggy pirates, almost certainly.

The redhead’s nudity sharpened Nami’s unease. Perhaps she genuinely liked walking around with her tits out. Loguetown attracted every kind of lunatic. After meeting Tsujo, however, it was impossible not to wonder whether he had something to do with it.

Nami checked the rear door. It opened into the stockroom, and the tits out thug could reach the alley exit before Nami cleared it. Fighting inside would endanger the merchant, damage the dresses, and bring both guards in. Leaving through the front was even less attractive, obviously.

Remaining calm and making Tsujo reveal what he wanted was the intelligent decision.

Then she noticed his ear and saw only one earring, not two.

She had stolen a pair. She remembered Tsujo’s naked panic once he discovered they were gone. Yet he now wore only a single piece of that pair.

More importantly, he did not feel normal.

When Tsujo had approached her before, his presence had demanded no particular concern. Letting an unfamiliar man grope her in a shop had seemed just… fine. Not something to get worked up about or even really care. Which was completely insane. Allowing him to control and humiliate her had felt like an unexpectedly rough encounter with an unusually well-endowed fuckboy. Completely and totally not okay!

Only after removing the earrings had the comfortable haze shattered.

There was no haze now.

Every instinct Nami possessed recognized him as a threat and her eyes narrowed.

If one missing earring had taken away the effortless acceptance, what did the remaining earring do?

Tsujo had used the word normal frequently during their first encounter. Too frequently. Maybe he could make it normal for someone to behave in a particular way.

Two earrings. One made him seem normal. Perhaps the other decided what normal meant.

The idea arrived as a bright flash of intuition and immediately became difficult to hold. She had no proof. The statements she half remembered had been basic obvious things. Besides, if he could change people with sentences, why couldn’t she remember anything suspicious?

Unless the changes themselves were the things she couldn’t recognize.

A chill moved across Nami’s skin.

The shopkeeper slapped both hands against the counter. “The summer inventory!”

Nami turned sharply. “What?”

“I forgot to reconcile the summer inventory. I knew there was something wrong with my figures.”

“You’re still negotiating with me.”

“This cannot wait.” The woman hurried toward the rear of the shop. “Please take all the time you need.”

“I need you to finish the sale.”

“I’ll be back soon!”

The stockroom door closed.

Nami slowly returned her attention to Tsujo.

The delighted expression on his face as he watched her mark scurry away told her she was on the right track. Had he made it normal for her to leave right then?

“You did that,” she said.

“I didn’t say anything.” The idiot said, confirming that he did need to say something to activate his power.

“Not in here.” she remarked.

His fingers brushed the golden earring.

The tiny motion felt more threatening than a drawn pistol.

Nami kept her expression scornful. If the earring required speech, she could watch his mouth. If it required a particular word, she could interrupt him. If neither assumption was correct, she would have to manipulate the idiot attached to it before he decided to experiment.

“Did you bring those two because you finally realized you can’t beat me yourself?”

Tsujo glanced through the window. “They’re insurance.”

“Like that earring?”

His smile became wary. Not frightened, exactly, but cautious enough to confirm that the question had landed on the bullseye.

“You worry too much.”

“I started the morning by wondering whether blue or red looked better on me. Then a Buggy pirate with magic earrings walked in. My priorities changed.”

Tsujo approached. Nami held her ground, measuring every step.

“You stole from me,” he said.

“You used your power on me.”

“You stole the power.”

“And I’d do it again.”

She meant it. The prospect of touching the earring felt reckless and profoundly wrong, however. Snatching it while he watched would be more difficult than stealing it during sex, and even succeeding would leave the two thugs outside.

Better to wait for an opening, she thought as Tsujo walked right up to her.

“You hit me with a stick,” he reminded her.

“You chased me with a gang of idiots.”

“You threw my earrings into a crowd.”

“You found them, didn’t you?”

“You’re not even sorry.”

Nami smiled sweetly. “Not even a little.”

Tsujo’s hand landed on her breast.

His palm closed over the soft weight through her shirt, fingers sinking in until her flesh bulged around them. He squeezed experimentally, as if confirming that she remained as generously built as he remembered.

Nami caught his wrist.

She wanted to twist until something popped. Doing so with two armed thugs outside and potentially one sentence away from having her opinions rewritten seemed like a decidedly bad idea. Instead, she tightened her grip just enough to communicate that she was allowing the contact for a reason.

“If you damage anything,” she said, “you’re paying for it.”

Tsujo kneaded her breast again. Her nipple hardened beneath the thin fabric.

“That feels expensive.”

“More than you can afford.”

“You didn’t complain last time.”

“I was under the influence of magic normal powers.”

“Normally, when a woman enjoys herself as much as you did…”

Nami kissed him before he could finish.

The movement surprised them both.

She seized his shirt, dragged him downward, and crushed her mouth against his. His unfinished sentence disappeared beneath her lips. Tsujo stiffened, then responded with immediate enthusiasm, his arm wrapping around her waist while his tongue pushed into her mouth.

Nami met it aggressively.

She had no proof that the word mattered. She also had no intention of allowing him to finish suspicious sentences while he wore that earring.

Sex was safer territory. Tsujo was vain, horny, and easily distracted by his own giant dick. If she kept his blood flowing away from his brain, satisfied him quickly, and made him believe he had won, she could get him out of the shop without discovering what the remaining earring did.

She sucked his tongue and slid one hand down his stomach.

Tsujo’s grip tightened around her breast. He hauled its weight upward through her shirt and rolled the stiff nipple between his fingers. Nami grunted against his mouth but continued lower, finding the tremendous bulge stretching one trouser leg.

Even soft, it was absurd.

Her palm could not encompass its width. She followed the heavy length down his thigh before curling her fingers around head and squeezing.

Tsujo stumbled into a clothing rack.

Several jackets slid from their hangers and collapsed around his feet.

Nami broke the kiss with a quiet laugh. “Careful. You’ll be buying those.”

“You did that on purpose.”

“Of course I did.”

He caught the hem of her shirt and pulled.

Nami raised her arms before he could become tangled in it. The shirt came free, followed by her bra when he shoved both cups upward rather than bothering with the clasp. Her breasts spilled out in a heavy bounce, pink nipples rising and falling as the soft globes settled against her ribs.

Tsujo stared.

Nami had seen men make that expression before. Some lost the ability to speak when confronted with her large perky pair. Others tried to compensate by saying something stupid.

Tsujo skipped speech and grabbed both.

His fingers sank deeply into the yielding flesh. He squeezed her breasts together until they mounded beneath her chin, then dragged them apart, stretching each globe toward the corresponding shoulder. When he released them, they swung back together with a thick clap and continued wobbling across her chest.

Nami’s breath caught as he repeated the motion.

He bent and sucked one nipple into his mouth.

The wet heat of his tongue pulled a sharp gasp from her. His cheeks hollowed as he drew more of the areola between his lips, then released it with a pop before slapping the underside of the breast with his palm. The globe jumped upward, almost striking Nami’s chin.

“That’s twenty thousand berries,” she said.

Tsujo slapped the other one.

“Forty.”

“I thought marks were fifty.”

“Those are handling fees. Bruises cost more.”

He laughed and returned to her mouth. Nami allowed him another rough kiss while working open his trousers. She could see the earring out of the corner of her eye..

Insurance.

She needed to make sure he never considered using it.

Nami dragged his trousers down and Tsujo’s cock fell free with a heavy slap against her arms.

It hung for a moment beneath its own weight, so many inches of thick flesh that looked less like part of a man than something he had stolen from an unusually obscene sea monster. Blood surged through it as Nami watched. The shaft lifted, lengthened, and thickened until its broad head rose beyond his navel. Veins stood beneath the skin in swollen ridges, and the big fat cockhead was already leaking precum.

His balls hung beneath it in a massive pair, heavy enough to sway independently when he shifted his stance. Each was larger than Nami’s clenched fist.

Her pussy contracted hard.

Tsujo noticed her expression. “Missed it?”

“I remembered you being ridiculous. Apparently I was being generous.”

“That’s not what your body thinks.”

“My body appreciates rare valuables.” Nami wrapped one hand around the shaft. Her fingers did not meet. “You don’t congratulate the treasure chest for containing gold.”

Tsujo’s hips moved into her grip.

Nami added her second hand and still left a lot of shaft untouched. The memory of what seventeen inches had done inside her returned with humiliating clarity. Women heard stories about the big-dickgasm in taverns and bathhouses, usually from someone whose cousin supposedly knew a woman who experienced one. It was a sexual lottery almost nobody expected to win.

Nami had won.

She would never experience another, but she remembered the devastating internal stretch, the sensation of being filled far beyond anything reasonable, and the impossible climax that had erased several minutes of her life.

She hated Tsujo.

His cock remained the best thing she had ever put inside herself.

Those truths did not conflict. With a more trainable owner, that extraordinary piece of anatomy could earn a fortune. Nami could hide him behind a curtain, sell appointments, and keep ninety percent for handling everything requiring intelligence.

The fantasy ended where Tsujo’s personality began.

“You missed it,” Tsujo said.

“I remembered it.”

“Your pussy missed it.”

“That’s a compliment to the cock, not you.”

Tsujo slapped her cheek with it. The shaft bent heavily across her face, compressing her skin before rebounding. Precum painted a shining streak from the corner of her mouth toward her ear.

“Don't cockslap me, you moron!” She shouted and had to resist the urge to viciously lash out, instead she told him acidly that he was adding to his bill.

He just chuckled, entirely taken with this little game and thankfully, not trying to use his power, said “Say it’s the best.”

Nami glared at him. Denying something so obviously true would only encourage him to keep arguing.

“It’s the best cock I’ve had,” she admitted. “You didn’t earn it. You were born holding a lucky hand.”

Tsujo slapped her other cheek.

Thwap!

Her head turned beneath the meaty impact.

“Say you want it.”

“I want the cock.” Nami looked pointedly from its swollen head to Tsujo’s face. “I can tolerate the mouth attached to it if that part stays quiet.”

Tsujo dragged the broad head over her lips. Nami held his gaze, opened her mouth, and swept her tongue across the slit.

His grin faltered.

There it was. The moment when he stopped thinking at all. Like any other man his brains turned to mush when he had a pretty girl’s mouth on his cock.

Nami closed both hands around his cock and lowered herself to her knees. She stroked upward, forcing the shaft to sway across her bare breasts. Its underside knocked against one nipple, then the other, leaving thin trails of precum over the pink peaks.

Tsujo laid the heavy shaft across her shoulder and used it to tilt her face upward. Its broad head hung beside her cheek, leaking a glossy bead that threatened to slide onto her skin.

“That’s better,” he said. “Now kiss it.”

Nami raised an eyebrow but kissed it. This entire situation was infuriating but she’d sucked plenty of cocks for some berries off, she could certainly satisfy this stupid mark to get out of this with her mind intact.

He smirked as he watched her do it but he shook his head and continued, “I want the whole performance. Kiss it prettily, look up at me, and tell me how much you love my huge cock.”

There it was. He did not merely want her mouth. He wanted Nami on her knees acting like the sight of his cock had emptied her head and replaced every intelligent thought with worshipful enthusiasm.

It was exactly the sort of idiotic vanity she could exploit.

Nami softened her expression, parted her lips, and batted her eyelashes up at him. She turned toward the swollen head and placed another delicate kiss directly against the leaking slit.

Mwah.

She pulled back slowly, leaving a glossy trace of precum on her pursed lips.

“Oh, Tsujo,” she breathed, pitching her voice several degrees higher and filling it with exaggerated wonder. “It’s so big.”

His grin broadened. “Keep going.”

Nami cradled the shaft against her cheek with both hands. Eighteen inches of hard flesh rose past her head, dwarfing her face and making the performance almost absurdly easy.

“So long,” she cooed, kissing the side of it. “So thick. I don’t know how a poor girl is supposed to fit this great big cock inside her.”

The sarcasm belonged to the breathy delivery. The praise itself was entirely honest.

His cock was enormous. It was thick enough to stretch every part of her that accepted it and long enough to reach places no ordinary man could approach. Her pussy clenched merely from holding it, already remembering the unprecedented fullness it had delivered.

Nami turned her head and kissed the underside. She decorated one swollen vein with a trail of small, pretty kisses, working downward until her lips reached the middle of the shaft.
“You really do have the best cock I’ve ever seen,” she said, gazing up through fluttering lashes. “It’s huge, hard, and completely unfair.”

“You love it?”

Nami opened her mouth and allowed the crown to press briefly against her tongue before releasing it with a wet pop.

“I love how it feels,” she admitted. “I love how thick it makes everything feel inside me. I love knowing there isn’t another ordinary little cock in the East Blue that could possibly compare.”

Tsujo’s breathing deepened.

Nami could feel his attention narrowing until nothing existed for him except his cock, her kneeling body, and the praise issuing from her mouth. His hand remained in her hair, nowhere near the earring.

She pressed both breasts around the base of his shaft and rubbed them upward. The soft globes swallowed several inches between them while the remainder projected past her face.

“What a lucky girl I am,” she said in the same sugary bimbo voice. “Getting to kneel here with eighteen inches of wonderful cock in front of me. I should probably forget all about how irritating its owner is.”

Tsujo’s grin faltered. “You ruined it again.”

Nami kissed the head prettily and batted her eyes. “You told me to praise your cock. You didn’t say I had to lie about you.”

Nami ran her tongue around the swollen ridge and looked directly into his eyes.

“I want this huge cock in my mouth,” she said. “I want to feel how deep I can take it, and I want to show you exactly how much better my tongue is than anything you deserve.”

Every word was true and she allowed the bimbo smile to sharpen back into something recognizably Nami.

“You came here to settle something. So let’s settle it. You finish, you walk out, and we forget we ever met each other.”

Tsujo rested the head on her nose. Its weight bent the tip downward.

“You think one blowjob covers stealing my earrings?”

“A good blowjob.”

“How good?”

Nami’s smile carried absolute confidence. “Good enough that I’ve saved more berries with my mouth than you’ve ever had in your pockets. Merchants name one price before I kneel and a much better one after they come.” Her fingers tightened around his shaft. “By the time I’m finished, you’ll be wondering whether I still owe you or you owe me!”

Tsujo stared at her and Nami’s smile sharpened. “Try not to embarrass yourself by coming before I get started.”

She opened her mouth and took the head.

The cockhead alone stretched her lips. She circled it with her tongue, deliberately tracing the ridge before drawing the first few inches inside. Her cheeks rounded around his girth as she established a slow, confident suction. One hand stroked the considerable length she had yet to swallow while the other cupped his pendulous balls, weighing them in her palm like valuable merchandise.

Tsujo groaned.

Nami began slowly. She hollowed her cheeks, dragged her lips over the sensitive underside, and flicked the tip of her tongue across the slit whenever she withdrew. Each downward movement took another fraction of the shaft, training her throat to accept the impossible depth waiting above her.

She was good at this. The Oral Discount had given her extensive practice with men of every shape, and she understood that enthusiasm mattered less than attention. She watched Tsujo’s Adam's apple bob, felt his balls pulse slightly against her palm, and adjusted her rhythm whenever his breath changed.

His hand closed in her hair and Nami’s eyes sharpened in warning.

Tsujo thrust.

The head struck the back of her throat and pushed through her gag reflex. Her neck expanded around the invading girth, a thick ridge forming beneath her skin as he forced several more inches into the elastic passage.

“Glk!”

Saliva spilled around the shaft and ran over her chin.

Tsujo pulled back. Nami coughed once around the head, sucked in a breath through her nose, and glared upward.

“You said it was good,” he told her.

That was not an apology.

Before she could answer, he drove forward again.

The head pressed against the back of her throat and triggered a hard gag.

“Glk!”

Nami stopped before reflex could spoil her technique. Saliva escaped around the shaft and ran over her chin as she pulled back far enough to breathe through her nose.

She had deep-throated large men before. She knew how to take around ten inches or so until a cockhead filled her neck, how to relax instead of fighting the first choking contraction, and how to swallow at precisely the right moment.

Tsujo had so much more than that and it was thick, so utterly thick.

Nami inhaled until her lungs were full, then adjusted beneath him. She moved her knees and hips farther away while keeping her mouth beneath his cock, lowering her body into a smooth slope. Tsujo’s groin remained above her while his enormous shaft extended down the length of her posture.

She placed both hands on his thighs and looked up.

Then Nami sealed her mouth around the shaft and began sucking herself up his cock.

Her cheeks hollowed with fierce suction. She swallowed, advanced, and swallowed again, drawing her head steadily upward along the shaft while the cock traveled in the opposite direction inside her. Her lips moved along the swollen veined cock-flesh, leaving the exposed flesh gleaming behind them.

“Gllk!”

Her gag reflex clenched, but she kept moving. Another deliberate swallow drew the crown further into her neck, and Nami advanced farther up the shaft. Her airway sealed completely. From this point forward, the only air she possessed was the breath held inside her lungs.

Eight inches disappeared.

Then ten.

That depth was familiar, although Tsujo’s girth made it far more demanding. His cock packed her mouth and throat, the head lodged inside her neck while her lips remained only a little beyond the middle of his shaft.

With an ordinary large man, she would already have reached his groin.

Half of Tsujo was still outside.

Nami stared up at him with watering eyes and pulled herself higher.

Her lips crept along the shaft. Her head traveled upward toward his pelvis while the broad crown descended beyond the deepest point she had ever reached. It passed out of her neck and continued into her torso from above.

Nami’s fingers crept around his thighs to reach around and grasp his butt cheeks tightly and pulled his hips towards her as she drove towards them, lips flexing and grasping for more.

The sensation was completely new.

She had expected more pressure in her throat. Instead, she felt the cockhead entering a part of her body no man had ever touched from this direction. His shaft occupied the entire passage behind her tongue and through her neck, while the glans pushed lower behind her breastbone.

There was no room left inside her throat. It was wrapped tightly around a continuous column of hot flesh, every muscle stretched open and gripping him. Still, Nami continued hoovering him down.

Slrrk. Glk. Slrrk.

She swallowed repeatedly, using each contraction to pull herself another fraction closer to his groin. Her lips climbed past twelve inches, then fourteen, suction dragging tightly across the remaining length. Saliva streamed from the corners of her mouth and ran along his cock toward the balls hanging above her breasts.

The pressure inside her deepened with every advance. Tsujo was not merely filling her throat now. He was entering her torso through it, the thick head descending farther each time Nami hauled herself up the shaft.

Her lungs began to ache even as Tsujo was moaning out loud above.

Nami refused to stop.

Sixteen inches vanished. Only the final length remained between her lips and his pelvis.

Her gag reflex convulsed violently, squeezing the buried shaft from throat to torso. Tears spilled down her cheeks. Nami held her sloping posture, fingertips sinking into his buttcrack as she pulled, and used one final sustained drive.

Her cheeks drew inward.

Her throat swallowed.

Her head traveled up the last two inches.

Schlllk!

Nami’s lips reached the root of Tsujo’s cock. Her nose pressed into the coarse hair above its base, and her face met his groin as all eighteen inches disappeared inside her.

His enormous, low-hanging balls were on her breasts. One heavy testicle settled across each soft globe, compressing them beneath their weight while the seam of his sack rested in her cleavage. Her stiff nipples projected beside them, slick with the saliva that had poured from her mouth during the ascent.

Nami remained stretched beneath him, her body forming a gentle slope away from his pelvis. Her face was sealed to his groin. Her mouth, throat, and the passage descending into her upper torso were filled completely by his cock.

She could feel his pulse throughout the buried length.

For one suspended instant neither of them moved.

Nami stared upward with watering eyes.

Tsujo stared down in open disbelief.

Then Nami swallowed.

The contraction traveled visibly along the buried shaft. Her throat clenched around him from the base upward, and Tsujo’s knees nearly buckled.

“Holy shit. I can’t believe you deep-throated the whole thing! Only Alvida could do that and she has devil-fruit powers!”

Nami could not answer with his cock filling her from lips to chest. She squeezed his balls instead.

Tsujo withdrew slowly. The swollen bulge receded from her upper chest, climbed through her neck, and vanished as the head returned behind her tongue. Nami dragged in one wet breath before he grasped both sides of her head and thrust again.

“GLLK!”

The cock drove down the same path. Her neck bulged, her collarbones disappeared beneath the deep internal pressure, and his balls dropped onto her tits with a fleshy double thump.

He began fucking her throat.

Each retreat pulled the shaft upward until the swollen head approached her mouth. Each thrust sent it plunging down again, visibly stretching her neck. His low-hanging balls beat across her breasts, making the huge globes shake and jiggle.

Slrk. Glk. Schlllk!.

Saliva flooded over Nami’s lips. It streamed down the sides of the shaft and dripped from his balls onto her breasts, making their skin shine. Her cheeks alternately hollowed and bulged with every stroke, while tears gathered along her lashes and ran toward her temples.

Tsujo used her hair to guide the motion, but Nami refused to become passive. She stroked his thighs, kneaded the tremendous weight resting on her tits, and swallowed whenever he reached maximum depth.

His breathing became ragged.

“That’s it,” he muttered. “Take all of it.”

Nami’s eyes narrowed.

As if she had not already proven that she could.

She pressed her tongue against the underside of his shaft during the next retreat, then drew him back down with suction. Tsujo groaned and slammed forward, burying himself so completely that his pelvis sealed against her mouth.

Nami swallowed once.

Twice.

A third time.

Tsujo’s whole body stiffened, “Oh fuck I'm cummmming!! You thieving little slut, yer sucking it right out of me!!!”

The first burst erupted deep inside her upper chest. She felt the cock throb along its impossible buried length before a heavy jet of semen struck far below her throat. Another followed immediately, then another, each pulse expanding the shaft inside her while his huge balls swelled and clenched against her breasts like a heart beating itself empty, their heavy contractions kneading the soft globes as they pumped each fresh surge up the cock buried through her throat.

Nami gulped around him.

His cum poured directly down her throat, hot and thick, leaving her no choice but to swallow as he continued releasing. Several smaller spurts followed the first powerful jets. Her stomach felt bloated as the immense load went down, while the residue trapped around the shaft foamed at the corners of her lips.

Tsujo remained fully buried until the final twitch faded.

He slowly withdrew.

The bulge retreated from Nami’s upper chest, climbed between her collarbones, and slid up the length of her neck. His cock emerged inch by glistening inch, lacquered in saliva, until the broad head slipped from her lips with a wet pop.

Nami pitched forward, coughing.

A thick string connected her mouth to the cockhead before breaking across her breasts. Semen and saliva ran from her chin, following the contours of her tits before gathering beneath them.

Tsujo’s cock swayed in front of her face, only partially softened. Even after ejaculating, it remained larger than most men at full erection.

Nami wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist. Her throat felt stretched, her voice emerged rough, and her eyes still watered.

“There,” she said. “Now get out.”

Tsujo looked down at her, dazed and delighted. “You really can take it all.”

“I told you I was good. You’re the idiot who doubted me.”

“You liked it.”

“I liked making you come quickly. There’s a difference.”

He caught her beneath the arms and hauled her upright.

Nami’s breasts swung heavily as she rose. Tsujo kissed her before she could wipe them clean, tasting himself on her tongue. She pushed against his chest, but his hand found her ass and squeezed hard enough to lift one cheek beneath her skirt.

“We’re done,” she said into his mouth.

“That settled the earrings.”

“That’s everything.”

“Not the part where you hit me, insulted me, and made me chase you through Loguetown.”

“That sounds like your own poor decision-making.”

Tsujo turned her and pushed her over the counter.

Nami caught herself on both palms. Her breasts struck the polished wood, spreading beneath her weight in two broad, yielding mounds. The impact forced a grunt from her, followed by a curse when Tsujo hauled her skirt over her hips.

“You already came,” she said. “Your body has completed the transaction.”

“My dick disagrees.”

His cock landed across her ass.

Thwap!

The half-hard shaft bent around the swell of both cheeks, its heavy head wrapping briefly against her hip before sliding away. The impact produced more weight than sting, but it sent a deep wobble rolling through her backside.

Nami looked over her shoulder. “That’s fifty thousand.”

Tsujo slapped her with it again.

Thwap!

Her cheeks compressed beneath the thick shaft, then rebounded in opposite directions. The head dragged through the crease between them, leaving a glossy trail of saliva and precum.

“One hundred thousand.”

“You’re charging me?”

“I charge everyone.”

Tsujo hooked his fingers into her panties and pulled them down. Damp fabric peeled from her pussy before sliding around her thighs.

Nami’s face warmed.

Tsujo touched the wet patch between two fingers. “That’s a lot of business.”

“It’s an involuntary reaction to something freakishly large.”

“So you do like my cock.”

“I like treasure too. That doesn’t mean I want to marry a chest.”

His palm cracked across her bare ass.

Smack!

Nami jolted against the counter. One cheek flattened under the strike before swelling back into shape, its surface turning a brighter shade of pink.

“Another fifty,” she hissed.

A second slap landed on the opposite cheek.

Smack!

“One hundred.”

Tsujo rubbed the mark afterward. His palm moved in broad circles, kneading heat through the soft flesh before his fingers sank into the lower curve. The soothing pressure made the sting spread deeper and warmer.

Then he struck again.

Smack!

Nami’s breasts slid across the counter. Her nipples dragged over the smooth wood, sending an unwanted shiver through her chest.

Tsujo found a deliberate rhythm. He alternated sides, never allowing one cheek to cool before returning to it. Each impact made Nami’s ass squash, ripple, and rebound with exaggerated force. Between slaps he squeezed and rubbed, drawing the heat inward until the pain acquired a pulse that echoed between her thighs.

By the sixth, she had stopped announcing the price.

By the eighth, her breathing changed.

By the tenth, her pussy was openly dripping.

Tsujo dragged two fingers between her folds.

Nami’s thighs tightened around his hand.

“Don’t get smug.”

He raised the wet fingers where she could see them. Clear strands stretched between their tips.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Your face did.”

He wiped her arousal across the reddened curve of her ass.

Nami glared back at him. The earring flashed beside his cheek when he leaned forward. It had remained attached throughout everything. He had never used the power she suspected it contained, not even while trusting her with his cock inside her throat.

The sight helped restore her focus.

She needed him gone.

“Was this your plan?” she asked. “Bring two thugs, show off your ridiculous cock, and spank me until you feel important?”

“It’s working.”

“If this is important to you, your life is even sadder than I thought.”

His fingers entered her pussy and Nami’s insult ended in a sharp gasp.

Two digits slid deep, curled, and rubbed across the sensitive inner wall. Her pussy clenched around them immediately, producing a wet squelch when he withdrew and thrust again.

Tsujo’s technique lacked finesse. He compensated with enthusiasm and the infuriating advantage of already knowing how her body responded. His thumb found her clit and pressed too hard, then eased when her hips jerked.

Nami lowered her forehead to the counter.

“Trying to prove something?” she asked breathlessly.

“That you still want me.”

“Don’t confuse wanting your cock with wanting you.”

His fingers pumped faster and Nami’s thighs began trembling. Her ass remained hot from the spanking, each flex of her muscles turning the surface sting into a deeper ache. Tsujo used his free hand to spread one red cheek, exposing her dripping pussy while he worked three fingers inside.

The stretch was pleasant but insufficient. After eighteen inches, almost everything was insufficient.

Tsujo’s cock had begun recovering behind her. The immense shaft thickened with every wet sound from her pussy. Its head rose between her thighs, rubbed against her inner leg, and finally pressed beneath her swollen folds.

Nami’s body reacted before her pride could intervene and she found her stance widening.

Tsujo withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the broad crown of his cock. He did not enter. He slid it forward through her slit, parting her lips around the shaft and grinding the sensitive underside across her clit.

Nami moaned, the sound was real enough to embarrass her.

Tsujo drew back, letting the head catch briefly at her entrance before dragging it upward again. The enormous shaft glided between her folds, gathering more slickness with every pass.

“You’re pushing back,” he said.

“I’m trying to make you finish whatever idiotic game this is.”

“You could ask.”

“I could also wait for your ego to collapse under its own weight.”

He slapped her ass.

Smack!

Nami cried out as the blow drove her hips against his cock. The broad head pressed harder into her entrance, stretching the outer ring without penetrating.

Pleasure gathered beneath her anger.

Tsujo rubbed her clit with two fingers while keeping his cock poised against her. The combination of his fingertips, the massive pressure at her pussy, and the throbbing heat in her ass sent a sudden rush through her.

Nami rocked backward.

Tsujo stopped.

His hand disappeared. His cock withdrew.

Nami turned her head. “What are you doing?”

“Waiting.”

“For what?”

“A real reaction.”

So that was it.

He had not come merely to punish her. He wanted proof. Perhaps everything he had done during their first encounter felt hollow now that he knew his earrings had made her accept it. He wanted to see what she would choose while frightened, furious, and painfully aware of him.

Nami could use that.

She softened her expression, pushed her breasts together against the counter, and looked back through half-lidded eyes.

“You want me to act impressed?”

“I want you to mean it.”

“You don’t ask for much.”

Tsujo rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance again. The thick head spread her lips, penetrated less than an inch, and stopped.

Nami’s breath caught as even that fraction stretched her more than most complete cocks.

He pulled out and her pussy clenched desperately around nothing.

“Tsujo….” she growled.

“Ask.”

Nami exhaled through her teeth. “Fine. I want your cock.”

“That sounded painful.”

“Talking to you usually is.”

He pushed the head against her again, letting her opening wrap around its widest ridge before retreating and Nami’s fingers curled against the counter.

The big-dickgasm could never happen twice, but her body remembered the cock that had delivered it. It remembered the density, the depth, the feeling of being stuffed far beyond what should have fit. Even an ordinary orgasm around that monster would be better than the empty ache he was creating now.

“That cock is the best one I’ve ever had,” she said. “You’re still the worst man attached to one.”

Tsujo stroked himself between her folds. “Better.”

“Now put the stupid thing inside me.”

He slid forward and the head opened her pussy. Its first thick inches entered with a wet, stretching pressure that forced Nami onto her toes.

Then he withdrew completely.

Nami stared back at him. “You bastard.”

Tsujo was putting it away!

His erection resisted confinement, leaving an enormous diagonal ridge beneath the fabric (that she only now noticed had a zipper all the way to the knee like it was custom made for the idiot).

“You cannot possibly be finished,” Nami said.

“I finished down your throat.”

“That was before you spent ten minutes getting me ready!”

“I got the reaction I wanted.”

Nami pushed herself upright. Her breasts lifted from the counter with a tacky sound and swung freely as she turned. Her ass burned, her pussy throbbed, and her legs felt unsteady enough that she needed one hand against the wood.

Tsujo looked unbearably satisfied.

Nami looked at the earring.

He had worn it throughout the encounter. Had he used it?

She replayed everything he had said. He had begun one sentence with “Normally,” but she had interrupted him. Nothing else sounded like a declaration. Her anger remained. Her attraction to his cock had an obvious physical explanation. Every decision she had made seemed tactically reasonable.

That proved nothing.

If he had changed something, the altered belief would presumably feel just as reasonable as everything else inside her head.

Tsujo touched the earring and smiled.

Nami refused to give him the satisfaction of asking.

“You still owe me half a million berries.”

“For what?”

“Handling fees, bruises, damaged merchandise, emotional distress, and being annoying in a commercial establishment.”

“You made up most of those.”

“They’re itemized.”

He walked toward the entrance.

She snatched her bra from the floor. “This isn’t settled!”

Tsujo opened the door. “It feels settled to me.”

The bell jingled as he stepped outside and Nami grinned in triumph.

The green-haired brute unfolded himself beside the window. The bare-breasted redhead joined Tsujo on his other side, blue eyes briefly passing over Nami’s naked body before the three began moving down the street.

Nami hooked her bra around herself without taking her attention from them.

She should get Zoro and Sanji immediately. They needed to catch him before he reached Buggy’s main force. Together, they could corner him somewhere away from civilians. Sanji would keep the thugs occupied. Zoro could take Tsujo’s head if necessary, or at least slice both earrings from his ears. This time Nami would not throw them into a crowd. They would smash the things, drop the pieces into separate sewer drains, and make certain Tsujo never rewrote anyone again.

If they waited much longer, then…

The urgency slipped away.

Nami blinked.

Why was she planning an attack?

Tsujo was leaving. That was what she had wanted from the moment he entered. Her strategy had worked almost perfectly.

She had kept him distracted, fed his ridiculous ego, and sucked him until he was too satisfied to bother changing her. Tsujo thought he had outmaneuvered her because he had spanked her, teased her pussy, and made her ask for that absurd cock before walking away.

Let him think that.

Nami knew who had actually controlled the encounter. Tsujo had arrived angry and dangerous, with two thugs and a magic earring. She had reduced him to a groaning idiot, swallowed his enormous load, and sent him away without surrendering anything she genuinely regretted.

Her throat was sore. Her ass was red. Her pussy remained achingly empty.

None of that qualified as real harm.

The spanking had been rough, but not intolerable. Acting like a cock-drunk bimbo had been embarrassing, although watching Tsujo become stupidly pleased with himself had also been funny. The deep-throating had tested every bit of Nami’s skill, and she had succeeded where almost any other woman would have failed.

Besides, his cock really was incredible.

The memory of all eighteen inches filling her throat no longer mingled with danger. It acquired a warm, flattering glow. She remembered the stunned expression on Tsujo’s face when her lips reached his groin, the weight of his balls on her breasts, and the way his entire body had surrendered when she swallowed around him.

Nami smiled despite herself.

The big-dicked idiot had believed he was punishing her while she gave him the blowjob of his life.

Perhaps he had gotten one over on her at the end. She still wanted to know how that ridiculous cock would have felt pounding her again, even without the possibility of another big-dickgasm. Her pussy tightened at the thought.

That was hardly a reason to involve the crew.

If she and Tsujo happened to cross paths again, she could decide what to do then. Maybe she would rob him. Maybe she would charge him properly. Maybe she would find out whether that beautiful huge cock felt as good the second time when she knew exactly what was coming.

There was no reason to chase him today.

Their spat was settled. Nobody had been hurt, he was leaving her alone, and Nami had more important things to do than turn one strange sexual encounter into a war with Buggy’s entire crew.

Tsujo and his companions disappeared around the corner.

Nami experienced a swell of relief.

“Good,” she murmured. “Stay gone.”

A pressure shifted in her stomach.

Nami paused.

Her cheeks puffed.

“BWAAAAAARRRRP!”

The tremendous belch burst from her with enough force to flutter the scarves hanging beside the window.

Nami clapped both hands over her mouth.

Her cheeks turned scarlet.

A hot, salty gust of Tsujo’s cum breath rolled back across her tongue and reached her nose. Nami recoiled from her own exhalation, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

“Ugh! That is vile.”

From behind the stockroom door, the proprietor called, “Is everything all right out there?”

“Your inventory problem is over!” Nami shouted. She spotted a dish of complimentary mints beside the register, grabbed three, and shoved them into her mouth. “Get back out here. We still have a price to settle.”

The proprietor peered cautiously into the shop.

Her gaze traveled over the clothing scattered across the floor, the damp counter, and Nami standing in nothing but a bra while hurriedly chewing mints.

“Did I miss something?”

“Nothing important.”

The proprietor opened the door farther. “I believe we were at twenty-six thousand.”

“Twenty-four, with the Oral Discount and the yellow shirt included.”

“I never agreed to include the shirt.”

“You abandoned me in the middle of a negotiation.”

“I had an inventory emergency.”

“And I had a customer-service emergency.” Nami retrieved her shirt but left her damp panties on the floor. “Twenty-four, the yellow shirt, and I’ll still give you the second orgasm.”

The proprietor considered her.

Nami swallowed the mints and smiled with renewed confidence.

Her throat was sore, her ass was burning, and the taste of Tsujo’s load had not entirely surrendered to the peppermint.

None of that was a reason to overpay for a dress.