My apologies for the wait. I've been really busy lately, and now I've finally got something to update.
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At the entrance ports of the Ryugu Kingdom, a man entered the underwater island legally, one of the very few arrivals.
The man was middle-aged, with black hair and a stubbly goatee to match. He wore a white shirt, complemented by a loose red tie. His outfit included gray slacks secured with a brown belt, and he topped it off with a beige newsboy cap. He carried a bag and had a camera hanging around his neck.
His name was Reubers, a journalist and photographer who had witnessed news events across the globe, including the Marineford War. However, his primary focus was a specific topic that had drawn him here after hearing rumors that brought him 10,000 meters below the surface.
Looking around, Reubers began walking down the street leading to a bus station, which he needed to take to the other parts of the kingdom.
"You seem lost, old man."
The middle-aged reporter heard that and looked to his right, seeing that a stand of a souvenir store had a Fishman, a dark red Acadian skinned man who was sitting there with an open flower-patterned shirt and shorts, but with a blanket over his legs as he was sitting on a chair just outside the front of the store.
"You must be new here, because you must first register to enter the country." The Fishman said while pulling out a rifle from under his seat and laying it on his lap, a bolt-action rifle to be exact, wrapped in a blanket, "Because we don't tend to like intruders."
"N-No! I'm here legally." The middle-aged reporter quickly said in return, holding his hands up in panic, as he then introduced himself, "My name is Reubers, I'm a journalist, an independent one."
"Reubers, you say?" The Fishman looked at him with raised eyebrows and asked him, "Where have I heard that name before…"
"Well…I was a correspondent…in the Shinobi Lands," Reubers hesitantly said to the gun-carrying fishman, "I was a War Correspondent assigned to the Alabasta Foreign Legion."
The Fishman's gaze hardened as he leaned forward, the rifle glinting ominously in the fading sun. He then gave the journalist a crooked smile.
"Heh, of course I remember you now. You nearly got yourself killed." The Fishman began to use his rifle to help himself stand up, removing his blanket to reveal just one leg; his right leg was gone and replaced with a wooden prosthetic. Standing seven feet tall, he extended his hand out. "Lance Corporal Ruzu, former Legionnaire, at your service."
"You were in the Foreign Legion?"
As he settled back into his chair, the Fishman reached behind it and retrieved a jacket, its khaki fabric worn but sturdy. He slipped it on with a practiced ease, the cloth whispering against his skin. Pinned to the jacket's chest were several tin medallions, gleaming dully in the light, each representing the honor of his rank and the proud emblem of the Foreign Legion—a testament to his valor as a combat veteran.
"Yes," he began, his voice gravelly yet warm, "the first batch that arrived in 1517. I was a machine gunner before fate dealt me a cruel blow." He paused, a hint of nostalgia flickering in his fierce eyes. "I lost my leg in a shelling just outside Konoha." The Fishman tapped the base of his rifle against the polished wood of his prosthetic leg, a soft clink accompanying his chuckle. "But you, yes, I remember you now—taking pictures and conducting interviews as Kaido's hordes descended upon us. Am I right?"
"Y-Yes! Yes, I did," Reubers stammered, not wanting to make a bad impression. He stood firm and then asked, "I'm here to meet some veterans, for an article, if I may clarify. If there are any here, of course."
"Oh, there's enough of us veterans on this island walking around," Ruzu said as he closed the buttons of his jacket, trying to help the journalist, "We got of all kinds, engineers, tankers, infantry, some officers, snipers, we even got a few pilots here who have retired."
"Well, actually, I came here to meet one person whom my informant told me he'd be here." Reubers spoke as he mentioned, "An officer who was said to have arrived with some pirates."
"Oh, whom?"
"Captain Uzumaki Naruto."
Swarmed by them in the middle of the Mermaid Café, Naruto hadn't expected to see them, at least not so soon. He hadn't even gone to the café yet, but there they were, and they had grown up over the past few years.
"Girls!" he said eagerly as the young women swam over and embraced him.
"Naruto!" the mermaids exclaimed happily as they wrapped their arms around him.
Pulling back, he took in the entire scene, and then he noticed what the girls were wearing: white nurses' outfits that mainly covered their upper bodies. "What are you girls wearing?" he asked, taken aback by their revealing uniforms.
Ishilly giggled and replied, "It's our work uniforms while at the hospital. We usually change into something more comfortable once our shift here is over." She pressed a finger to her chin, trying to act cute, just like she used to when she was a girl.
Uh huh… so this skimpy one-piece that showed nearly everything was the full uniform, huh? It seemed like someone's particular perversion was at play here.
Despite his skepticism, a laugh soon filled the air as he pulled them all into another hug. "It doesn't matter. You've grown very well," he said softly, and the girls hummed happily at his words.
"Well, thank you for the support, Naruto," Seira said with a smile.
"Yeah, you were always one of the best." Mona smiled.
"So why are you here, Seira?" Naruto asked her.
"Just bringing in some food that they don't allow into the hospital cuz it's so bland." She shook her head in a way to show a joke was there. "We first took a break at the Mermaid Cove after finishing deliveries for those who are living across the island, and when he heard you arrived, we dressed ourselves again."
Naruto nodded his head, "Well, thank you for looking after the men for me; it means a lot to hear," he told them earnestly.
"Anytime." Seira shrugged.
"Girls!" Queen Otohime shouted, seeing that the time for the visiting patients was over and they were being helped out of the café, she called them, "Let's bring these men back to the hospital, come on."
Ishilly looked back then and sighed, "Well, time to get back to work, we'll have to catch up later, but until then I have a favor to ask you," she told him, a hopeful look on her face.
Naruto shrugged, "Sure, whatever you girls need, I'll do my best," he responded.
"Our shift ends in a few hours, so I was wondering if you could do me a favor and stay here for a bit longer. I promise I'll pay you for it," she said, clasping her hands together and giving him a pleading look.
Seeing her innocent request, Naruto didn't mind helping her out since he had nowhere else to go. "Nah, no payment needed. A favor for a friend is easy to do when I have nothing better to do," he replied with a smirk. "Besides, this works perfectly for me since I won't have to look for a place to sleep tonight."
Ishilly let out a sigh of relief, "Oh, thank you, you were always one of the nicest humans." She smiled happily.
"I grew up here, this is home for me," he said, turning around, "Until later, girls," he said as he turned to walk away to the back of the bar, wanting to help Shyarly in the bar, he waved them off, "See you later!"
"Bye, Naruto!" the girls waved at him as they all left out through the door.
Once the four mermaids left the Mermaid Café, outside was the public transportation that was being filled with all the patients who were laughing and talking to one another, with the girls doing so themselves for different reasons.
Seira smirked at Ishilly and asked, "Do you think he has any clue about what's going to happen later?"
"Not at all," Ishilly replied honestly. "But I do worry he might get suspicious."
"Oh, come on, just keep him at the Café, give him a few beers, and everything will be fine," Mero smiled.
"Are you curious to find out for yourself?" Ishilly teased her blue-haired friend with a playful grin. "Because Madam Shyarly will keep him occupied for now—is that why?"
"A little bit of both," Mero chuckled.
"You did get the stuff, right?" Seira asked Mero.
"Yes, did you get the drink he likes?" Mona added, "Or else—"
"Of course I did, I'm not foolish," Mero replied.
"Let's all agree to have everything ready before he suspects a thing," Ishilly said with a smirk, turning to leave. "If all goes well, we'll be the luckiest girls in town. So let's get back to work."
…
"Drinks are on me, guys," Naruto called out, pouring drinks behind the bar counter. Just then, Madam Shyarly entered back in, noticed the atmosphere, and chuckled.
"I see you gentlemen are enjoying yourselves, " the owner of the Mermaid Café asked before turning to Naruto, smiling, "And you, Naruto?"
"I'm doing alright now," Naruto said, putting down the bottle and keeping himself in check with a chuckle as he nods to his men, "Them on the other hand…"
Turning to those on the opposite side of the counter, Gin was the one still holding his drink as he had just finished smoking a cigarette as he had fallen asleep, while Foster lay flat with his head on the wooden counter, passed out with his hat covering his face, while Luca was accepting the glass of hard liquor while he watched as Reiser was looking into the bag of Gin, trying to snatch some cash from him.
That's until Reiser got a hold of something that he pulled out, surprising himself as he put it on the wooden counter and showed it to the rest.
"Is that…."
Luca leaned closer and raised a stunned eyebrow, "I guess it is…"
Shyarly, however, was left confused as she took a look over Naruto's shoulder and noticed the three still-conscious men, who had faces of shock on them as they were focused on the device on the table.
It was a Den Den Mushi shell, without the snail inside of it, with a device wrapped around its back that looked like it was rather old, with the shell having cracks inside of it.
"That's an old Intel snail."
"Intel Snail?" Madam Shyarly was confused, having not heard of that term before with a Den Den Mushi, "What is that?"
Naruto looked at it with a hint of both annoyance and forlonging, "It's exactly as it sounds. This little guy was designed to capture information and send it to a sibling snail in possession of another." he said, "Little guy was in bad shape when we got ahold of it."
"The Intel Snail is a specialized Den Den Mushi we've modified to record all our operations." Naruto said as he remembered still when it became of usage, "It collects detailed records of every engagement the Foreign Legion has faced during their operations around Konoha, since late 1517, to be exact, we've been using these devices."
Luca nodded in agreement, "Exactly. It doesn't just keep a log of battles; it captures radio transmissions and compiles aftermath reports. Everything from strategic communications to environmental assessments - it also kept recordings of all who had recording snails and sent it back to base, and there were a lot of recordings."
Madam Shyarly's brow furrowed before she got a realisation of what they were saying and looked down at the device, "So you're telling me that little thing has information going back as…"
"Of over three years of all military engagements from late 1517 to early 1520," Luca said, finishing off his cigarette as he blew smoke out of his mouth, "From every perspective you can imagine."
Shyarly's gaze shifted from the device to Reiser, who sat rigidly in his chair, eyes fixed on the small gadget as if it were a snake poised to strike. She couldn't quite read the emotions flickering across his face—a mix of astonishment and also that exhaustion surprisingly, like the energy from before had now been sucked away.
Luca, breaking the tension, reached for the bottle resting on the table. He tilted it back with practiced ease, downing a hefty swig before letting out a satisfied sigh.
"Agh, the memories, they're coming back," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before he went for another swig. he muttered, "Going to drink those away…"
Naruto, meanwhile, had remained silent until now. His fingers danced over the pack of cigarettes tucked away in his pocket. With a swift motion, he pulled one out and lit it with a flick of his lighter.
*TCHK!*
The flame illuminating his face for just a heartbeat. After taking a long drag, he stood and strolled toward the backroom without a word.
"Hey, where are you going?" Shyarly called after him, her concern piercing through the thick air laced with smoke and apprehension.
"I'm fine," Naruto replied curtly without turning back, his voice barely above a whisper, opening the door to the backroom, closing it behind him without saying much.
Luca exchanged a glance with Reiser, who still hadn't moved, and shrugged. "Let him be for now, m'am," Luca said smoothly, "He needs to clear his head."
"Yeah…clear his head," Reiser finally blinked as he was still in a trance, staring into something, "It's just… wild to believe we survived that."
"Survive…but barely to be honest," Luca said while finishing the wine bottle."
Madam Shyarly looked concerned and wanted to go to the back to see if Naruto was alright, but then some customers came in, and she was short on staff at the moment, so she had to make sure nothing abrupt happened.
Not knowing that the Intel Snail shell was gone from the table.
…
Sitting alone on his old bed, the backroom that was formerly his home, He glanced at the Den Den Mushi, its eyes unblinking and unyielding, as if it held Naruto still had the burning cigarette in his mouth as he looked down at the item he grabbed from the counter.
His fingers traced the edge of the couch, rough against his skin, grounding him in this moment, even as fragments of another life flickered through his mind,
But then he clicked the button, as it was still working - the Den Den Mushi began:
[Transmission begins, crackling with static and distant gunfire]
"Mayday, Mayday! This is Bravo Unit, we are under heavy fire! Repeat, we are pinned down—multiple hostiles in the vicinity. Twenty-plus confirmed Shinobi and a hundred-plus confirmed Kaido Pirates are advancing from the east."
[Sound of gunshots and explosions echo in the background]
"We can't hold out much longer! They're using smoke bombs; visibility's down to nothing! Get that MG ready and provide cover fire!"
[A pause filled with gunfire, then Radio Command responds]
"Bravo Unit, this is Radio Command. Acknowledge your situation. How many personnel are you reporting?"
"Ten - no, five of us still standing. Our CO's KIA, and we are in dire need of reinforcements!"
"Negative on that, Marines and remaining Tajine forces are ordered to withdraw to the main lines, you are to do so too, Bravo Unit."
"WHAT? But we're ten miles deep into enemy territory, sir! We cannot just retreat without cover!"
"This is Radio Command, follow through and attempt to retreat."
[More explosions erupt as the Radio Command ends its transmission, causing the Bravo Unit leader to freak out.]
"Radio Command!? Radio Command!? Don't you dare abandon us, you useless sack of-"
[More abrupt explosions occurred as then the sound of multiple machine guns erupted and even cannon fire, all for a brief moment before a familiar voice came in.
"Bravo Unit? From the Tajine Kingdom 50th Division?"
"Y-Yes, sir?"
"Good, name's Captain Uzumaki, Alabasta Foreign Legion's 9th Raiders' Battalion, get your men into those trucks and we'll be leaving!"
"T-Thanks, sir!"
As he pressed the button to end the transmission, Naruto leaned back and reflected on this mission, one of many like it. He often found himself cleaning up the mess left by Marine commanders and incompetent kingdom officials. In the chaotic advances of pirates and enemy shinobi, these leaders would frequently abandon entire companies, if not entire regiments or even divisions, to die behind enemy lines—often leaving Naruto to find only remnants of those men before he could evacuate them.
While looking back down at the device, shaking his head at it, he grabs it and stands up before he walks up to the cabinet next to his old bed, as he is about to open it-
*Knock!* *Knock!* *Knock!*
'Your friends are here, kid. So don't be gloomy.'
Hearing the door getting knocked, Naruto turns to the closed door as it opens, and the first head popping out is Ishilly.
"We're here!"
[Gyoverly Hills]
Sanji was fuming literally and figuratively over his smokes being snatched away. Add in Chopper worrying over his health, and everything was peachy.
Luffy was no help, and Usopp was busy looking around in excitement. The Sniper turned to Camie with an eager grin, "So, this is Mermaid Island, it's a nice place," he told the mermaid among them.
Camie gave a chortle, "Thank you, it means a lot hearing that from my friends." She bowed her head politely.
The group had made their way through Fishman Island on top of a Sea Taxi, having made a pitstop at a storage station, where they needed to go down a set of stairs that Camie had to float down, while the others were just walking down the stairs.
"So, any idea where everyone else is?" Sanji demanded, not trying to sound rude, but he was worried about Nami and Robin, and he was sure they would be fine.
Camie shook her head, "No, the lot of you were separated when the rockslide struck, we were racing to try and help you unbury the ship and drag it out at the same time that things got hectic." she said honestly, "What I do know is that your friends all made it here, and everyone is wanting to throw a celebration for his return." she said happily as she finished.
"A celebration?" Chopper asked curiously.
"You don't know what Naruto did, do you?" she asked him out of curiosity.
Chopper gave an uneasy grunt, "If you are talking from the war, not really," he admitted, "As for the Paramount War, only what the papers released and what wasn't censored by the World Government."
Wishing to speak about all of what she found out, from both the papers and also the stories of the veterans who returned home, something inside of her wanted to tell them all, but given she was not in the right place to tell, she then went on to change the subject.
"Let's just say he is well respected in this part of the world for his actions."
"So that is why he is having a party?" Luffy questioned curiously.
"It is, and that's why everyone is keeping it a secret from him. To our Royal Family." Camie said while not saying too much, "I cannot say too much, but you are all invited to this party."
"Sounds fun!" Luffy said with a toothy grin, following soon after his declaration.
Chopper nodded in agreement, "What do we need to do to help?" he asked in growing excitement.
"Well, I know Naruto is going to be distracted by his many reunions with people he knows," Camie hummed as she rubbed her chin. "Mostly, it's just the final decorations, and honestly, the kids are taking care of those as we speak. So, beer!" She smiled happily as she turned around upon reaching their destination. "Here, follow me, and I'll show you his stash," she told them.
Chopper bounced excitedly while Luffy adjusted his hat with a chuckle.
Following Camie using a key and opening the door, they descended into a cellar, and once Camie turned on the lights, the pirates felt their jaws drop.
"You call this a stash?" Usopp exclaimed in surprise. "It's like a whole brewery down here!" he gawked.
In the dimly lit cellar, a treasure trove of alcoholic beverages beckoned, each corner brimming with barrels, unopened cases, and shelves overflowing with an array of meticulously arranged bottles. It was truly a collector's paradise. Camie glided through the aisles, her eyes sparkling with delight as she took in the impressive collection.
"You haven't seen how much Naruto can drink," she chuckled, her voice echoing slightly in the cavernous space. "But this, my friend, is his cabinet of delights," she added with a mischievous grin, reaching for a bottle that gleamed under the soft light. "Here, take a look at this one; it's from your hometown," she said, passing the bottle to Usopp, her excitement palpable.
Luffy and Chopper looked in excitement, "So cool!" the duo stated as their eyes began to shine.
Camie gave a chortle, "Yea, he likes the taste of every bottle and he stores it here if it has a unique flavor." she told them, "I think there was a bottle from Wano around here, but knowing Naruto it's hidden amongst the ones from the Elemental Nations in a spot he alone knows." she pressed a hand on her hip as she then returned the bottle to its resting spot.
"So, if we're not here to grab random bottles, why are we down here?" Chopper questioned.
"For the barrels, of course," Camie stated, causing the trio to grunt.
Oh boy…
"How many barrels?" Usopp asked slowly.
"It's a party that involves pretty much the entire city and more so a lot!" she said pointedly, "But, lucky for you, we have both a dolly and an elevator." Camie smirked, "Come along, boys, we wouldn't want to be rude to our guest of honor now, would we?" she said as she turned away.
Fuck… she had tricked them into labor.
Naruto had clones, but they nor no merfolk possessed such a power; this sucked!
"Can't we have some help?" Usopp whimpered.
"Camie-chan is so cruel…" Chopper whined.
Camie paused and looked at them in confusion. "I never said you would be doing this alone. We don't have time to get what we need with just the four of us," she stated.
"You never mentioned it either!" the boys exclaimed.
"CHU!"
Naruto sneezed with surprising force, the sound echoing softly in the cozy space.
As he dabbed at his nose with a crumpled tissue, a gentle breeze floated through the backroom of the Mermaid Café. This intimate area, once his bedroom, had been transformed into a private lounge, filled with the warm glow of lanterns casting flickering shadows on the walls. He sat comfortably on a plush couch, flanked by the enchanting mermaids Ishilly and Seira, their shimmering forms accentuated by the light. Across from him, Mero and Mona lounged, laughter bubbling up among them like a sparkling fountain, their joy filling the air.
"Bless you," Mero said while pouring drinks into the cups. She smiled. "You know this means someone is talking about you!"
"Perhaps, maybe," Naruto chuckled as he folded the tissue and put it away before he grabbed his glass of drink. It could be someone merely mentioning me to outright despising me," he said, ending it with a giggle before taking a sip. And often, it's the latter."
"Or perhaps someone who admires you?" The freckled face Ishilly suggested as she went closer to the blond, shuffling closer to him, "I wouldn't be surprised."
Naruto lowered the glass from his lips and stared at the liquid inside, suddenly aware of what his friends had handed him.
'Wait, is this... oh no—'
'Green Devil, kid. That's a strong drink. Looks like you're in for another wild night.'
'But those girls are—'
'They're grown-ups now, kid. And you shouldn't be shocked by how they feel about you. Good luck, I'm stepping out for now.'
'Kurama, you cancel this out now-'
"Naruto,"
Out of his mind, Naruto hears Ishilly's voice as a soft, sultry purr, her fingers trailing along his arm as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "You look so tense. Let us help you relax."
Naruto's eyes widened, his cheeks flushing as he shifted nervously on the couch. Seeing this is not something he was planning on doing, knowing exactly what the girls, now grown young adults, were eyeing him for.
"Uh, I don't know if that's a good idea…"
"Nervous, captain~" Seira's laughter was like the gentle sound of waves, her slender hand resting on his thigh. "Oh, don't be shy, Naruto. We're all adults here." Her touch was feather-light, but it sent a jolt of electricity through him.
Just then, the first button of his shirt, not even his jacket, he saw was being opened by now a fast and eager Ishilly, whose head was now inches away from his face.
"It's just you and us."
*Click!*
As the soft sound echoed in the air, Naruto instinctively turned toward the door, his eyes widening in surprise. With a mischievous smile, he hadn't noticed that Mona had quietly locked the door behind her, putting the key into her white and blue circle bikini top. Meanwhile, Mero glided gracefully through the room on her bubble to the light switch, casting a warm glow as she adjusted it to a dimmer setting. The room transformed into a deeper, more intimate ambiance that seemed to thrum with unspoken tension.
Naruto swallowed hard, feeling his heart race in response to the sudden shift. The atmosphere felt charged, thickening with anticipation as the shadows danced around them.
How did I even get into this situation?
Naruto's train of thought was interrupted by Ishilly's fingers brushing against his cheek, as her one hand stroked across his cheeks, especially his whiskers, her other hand was touching his left arm after his jacket was removed, allowing her to glide her hand over his hand, to his arm to his shoulder, with her elegant touch leaving him to be tense, but then began to relax slightly.
"You're overthinking again," she silently told him, her lips curving into a sly smile. "Just let go, Naruto. Let us take care of you."
"I-" Naruto tried but felt, "Hey!"
Having not paid attention, his pants were now lowered to the point that it was down to his knees, with Seira's hand sliding higher up his thigh, her touch firmer now.
"Relax," she whispered, her voice low and inviting. "We're alone now. We just want to make you feel good."
Naruto's breath hitched as Ishilly's lips grazed his earlobe, her teeth tugging gently on the sensitive skin. He could feel his resolve wavering, the heat of their bodies pressing in on him, making it hard to think clearly.
"I-I…" he stammered, but Seira cut him off with a soft kiss to his neck. Her lips were warm and wet, and he couldn't suppress the shiver that ran down his spine.
"Shh," Ishilly soothed, her hand sliding down his chest, her fingers toying with the hem of his shirt. "Just close your eyes, Naruto. Let us guide you."
He hesitated for a moment longer before finally giving in, his body sinking back into the couch as he closed his eyes. The moment he did, he felt their hands on him again, their touches growing bolder, more insistent. Ishilly's lips found his, the kiss slow but deep, her tongue teasing his as she pulled him closer. Naruto's hands instinctively reached for her, but Seira was already there, her fingers intertwining with his as she pressed his other hand against her chest.
"Feel that?" Seira murmured, her voice husky as she guided his hand to her soft, warm skin. "That's just the starter."
Naruto's head was swimming, the sensations overwhelming. Ishilly's lips were still on his, her tongue exploring his mouth with a hunger that left him breathless. Meanwhile, Seira's hand was moving lower, her fingers grazing the waistband of his pants. He gasped, breaking the kiss as Ishilly's lips trailed down his jaw, her teeth nipping at his skin before she sucked gently on his neck.
"You're so sensitive," she teased, her voice dripping with amusement. "I love it."
Seira's lips were on his chest now, her tongue flicking over his nipple as she kissed and nipped at the sensitive flesh. Naruto's hands tightened on them, his fingers digging into their skin as waves of pleasure washed over him.
"Ishilly… Seira…" he groaned, his voice trembling. "I can't… I can't think…"
"Good," Seira purred, her lips curving into a wicked smile. "You're not supposed to think. Just feel."
Ishilly's hands were on his chest now, her fingers tracing the muscles as she pressed her lips against his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Naruto's head fell back, his eyes fluttering shut as the two mermaids worked in tandem, their touches and kisses driving him wild.
He could feel Seira's hand sliding lower, her fingers toying with the waistband of his pants as Ishilly's lips moved to his collarbone, her tongue tracing the line of his bone before she sucked on the sensitive skin. His breath came in short, ragged gasps, his body trembling with need.
"You're so responsive," Ishilly murmured, her voice filled with delight. "We're going to take such good care of you, Naruto."
Seira's hand slipped beneath the waistband of his pants, her fingers brushing against his arousal. Naruto's hips jerked instinctively, a low moan escaping his lips.
"Please…" he whispered, his voice barely audible.
"Please, what?" Seira asked, her tone teasing as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "Tell us what you want, Naruto."
He opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat as Ishilly's lips found his again, her kiss silencing him. Seira's hand moved lower, her fingers wrapping around him, and he let out a strangled gasp, his body arching against the couch.
"Don't hold back," Seira whispered, her voice a sultry promise. "Let us make you feel everything."
Naruto's eyes squeezed shut, his hands gripping the couch as the two mermaids continued their assault on his senses. He could feel himself teetering on the edge, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to stop them, couldn't bring himself to resist.
"Ishilly… Seira…" he moaned, his voice trembling. "I… I…"
But before he could finish, Ishilly's lips were on his neck again, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin as she whispered,
"Let's have fun~"
So here is the next chapter, yes, I am doing this - you mad? Lol.
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