6: Building the Ship (R-18)
Makino's thighs trembled around Luffy's waist as she held herself suspended just above him, his rubber cock still buried to the hilt inside her fluttering cunt. She was dripping—sweat, arousal, his earlier precum—everything mixing into a slick mess that coated his balls and soaked the sheets beneath them. Her breathing came in shallow, ragged pants, breasts rising and falling with each heave, nipples dark and swollen from where he'd sucked and bitten them like they were ripe fruit.
"Luffy… slow down a little," she whispered, voice hoarse from the cries she'd tried to muffle against his shoulder. "Let me… let me show you how it's supposed to feel."
Luffy blinked up at her, cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide with new, animal curiosity. "But it already feels good! Like… like when I eat a whole boar in one go. Hot. Full. Makes my belly all tingly." He gave an experimental roll of his hips, stretching just a little deeper inside her, and Makino's back arched with a broken moan.
"That's… that's exactly it," she gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders for balance. "Sex is… it's like eating, but with someone else. You don't just shove it in and finish. You… savor it."
She rolled her hips in a slow, deliberate circle, grinding her clit against the base of his shaft. Luffy's eyes rolled back for a second before snapping forward again, fixated on the way her tits bounced with the motion.
"Shishishi… savor?" He copied her, clumsy at first, then faster, matching her rhythm like he was learning a new fighting style. Each thrust made obscene, wet slaps echo in the small bedroom. "Like… like chewing really slow so the flavor lasts longer?"
"Exactly," Makino breathed, leaning down to kiss him deep, tongue sliding against his as she rode him harder. "You feel how tight I am around you? How wet? That's me… enjoying you. You're filling me up so good, Luffy. So thick. So hot."
Luffy groaned into her mouth, hands sliding down to grip her ass—fingers sinking in, stretching the flesh like dough. "Yeah… yeah, it's better than meat. Meat doesn't squeeze back. Doesn't moan like that." He thrust up sharply, making her yelp. "Doesn't taste like this—" He dragged his tongue up the side of her neck, licking sweat and salt. "—or smell like this."
Makino shuddered, walls clenching hard around him. "Luffy… gods, keep talking like that…"
He grinned against her throat, teeth grazing skin. "You're my favorite food now, Makino. I wanna eat you everyday."
That broke her.
She slammed down on him one last time, grinding frantically as her second orgasm crashed through her—harder than the first, a full-body convulsion that left her sobbing his name into his hair. Her cunt milked him ruthlessly, pulsing and fluttering, and Luffy couldn't hold back anymore.
With a bellowing laugh—"Shishishi! Here it comes again!"—he bucked up and came, flooding her already-stuffed pussy with another thick load. Rope after hot rope painted her insides until it leaked out around his base in creamy rivulets, dripping down his balls and onto the ruined sheets.
They collapsed together, panting, sticky, wrecked.
DING!
The chime rang bright and cheerful in Luffy's skull.
[Quest: Have your first time sex with Makino – Completed]
[Rewards: Ship Construction Unlocked]
[Note: Ship will be built to the exact value of Berries you invest. More Berries = bigger / better ship. Current funds detected: ~6.5 million Berries.]
Luffy sat up so fast he nearly knocked Makino off the bed. "The box says it's gonna build my ship! But I gotta give it money first! Hehe—awesome!"
"Makino, can I have the money I gave you the other day?"
Makino blinked slowly, still dazed, cum slowly leaking out of her as she sat up on shaky legs. "Money… right. The sack you left with me."
Luffy was already scrambling for his discarded shorts. "Yeah! Gimme that!"
She pointed weakly toward the dresser. "Top drawer… under the spare aprons."
He yanked it open, fished out the heavy burlap sack, and gave it a gleeful shake—coins clinking like music. "Thanks, Makino! You're the best!"
She managed a tired, fond smile despite the ache between her thighs and the warm stickiness still trickling down her inner leg. "Just… don't let anyone scam you, okay? That's a lot of money."
"Shishishi! No one scams me! I punch 'em first!" He planted a quick, sloppy kiss on her cheek—still tasting of sex and sweat—then bolted for the door. "See ya at the bar tonight!"
Makino watched him go, then slowly stood. Her legs wobbled. Thick globs of Luffy's cum slid down her thigh as she walked to the bathroom. She turned the faucet, stepped under the warm spray, and let it wash over her—over the bite marks on her breasts, the finger-bruises on her hips, the creamy evidence of what they'd just done still oozing out of her swollen cunt.
She pressed two fingers inside herself, scooping out more of his seed, watching it swirl down the drain with something like reverence.
Then she dried off, dressed in a simple sundress, and headed to Partys Bar.
An hour later the door banged open.
Dadan stormed in, three of her bigger lackeys trailing behind like guard dogs. She slapped both palms on the counter.
"Makino. We're throwing the brat a send-off feast tonight. Big one. Meat. Lots of meat. You in or what?"
Makino smiled—soft, secret, still feeling Luffy between her legs. "Of course. Let's make it unforgettable."
Meanwhile, down by the empty stretch of beach where fishing boats usually tied up, Luffy stood with the sack at his feet, grinning at empty air.
"Alright, box! Let's do this! Build my ship!"
[Suggestion: Invest 6,000,000 Berries for initial construction]
[Remaining: 500,000 Berries for supplies / emergencies.]
"Yep! Do it!"
The sack suddenly felt lighter. Coins vanished in a shimmer of blue light.
[Name your vessel.]
"Meat!"
[Suggested: Going Meat?]
Luffy's eyes sparkled like he'd just been handed an entire roast pig. "YES! Going Meat! That's perfect!"
[Construction initiated. Budget: 6,000,000 Berries.]
[Progress: 10%… 25%… 50%… 75%… 100%]
[Vessel complete: Going Meat Jr.]
[Specifications – Budget Tier (Small)]
- Length: 18 meters
- High-speed hull (rubber-reinforced for impact resistance)
- Extreme durability (can tank cannon fire from standard Marine sloops)
- Autopilot
- 3 cannons (port, starboard, bow)
- Captain's quarters, crew quarters (x2), kitchen, bathroom, storage
- Meat-themed figurehead: giant roast drumstick wearing Luffy's straw hat
- Black flag: skull biting a giant meat bone, straw hat on top
[Summon now?]
"HELL YEAH!"
A ripple shimmered across the water. Wood creaked into existence, sails snapping taut, cannons gleaming. The Going Meat Jr. bobbed gently in the shallows—small, ridiculous, perfect.
Luffy drooled. Literally. A string of saliva hung from his lip as he stared at the drumstick figurehead.
"Best. Ship. Ever. Looks yummy."
[Warning: The ship is not edible. Attempting to bite it will break your teeth.]
Luffy paused mid-lunge, pouted, then laughed. "Fine, fine! I'll eat real meat instead!"
He leapt aboard, sandals slapping the deck, already shouting at the empty horizon.
"Next stop—ALL the meat! And ALL the adventures! Shishishi!"
The little ship rocked happily under his feet, ready for whatever depravity—and glory—came next.
Luffy stood on the deck of the Going Meat Jr., arms stretched wide like he was hugging the entire ocean. The little ship bobbed gently, figurehead drumstick grinning back at him with its stupid straw-hat-wearing face. He was still drooling a little.
DING!
[Storage Function Unlocked]
[You may now store the ship in System Inventory at any time. Recall it with a thought. No docking fees, no Marine inspections, no questions asked.]
[Current recommendation: Withdraw vessel for now. Purchase essential supplies before departure.]
[Suggested shopping list: Bandages & basic medicine, fire-starting fuel & kindling, basic seasoning (salt, pepper, whatever makes meat taste less boring), fresh water barrels, breads, meat jerky (non-perishable protein source).]
Luffy tilted his head. "Store the ship? Like… in my pocket?"
[Affirmative. Think 'Store Ship' to dematerialize. Think 'Summon Ship' to bring it back.]
"Shishishi! Magic boat!" He clenched his fist. "Store Ship!"
The Going Meat Jr. shimmered, folded in on itself like origami made of light and wood, and vanished with a soft pop, leaving only ripples on the water. Luffy stared at the empty spot for a second, then patted his stomach like he'd just eaten something satisfying.
"Alright, box! Shopping time!"
He bounced back toward the village, sandals slapping dirt. First stop: the general store run by old man Woop Slap's cousin (nobody remembered the cousin's name, they just called him "the guy who sells stuff"). Luffy barged in, bell jingling like it owed him money.
"Oi! I need… uh… stuff!"
The shopkeep blinked at the wild-haired teenager covered in sand and sweat. "Stuff?"
"Bandages! Medicine! Fire stuff! Salt! Water! And meat that doesn't go bad!"
- Ten chaotic minutes later Luffy walked out with:
- A sack of bandages and a bottle of foul-smelling wound salve
- Flint & steel + a bundle of dry kindling
- Bunch of fire wood
- Small jars of salt, coarse pepper, and some mystery dried herbs
- Three small barrels of fresh water
- Sack of breads
- A fat sack of beef jerky (smoked, salty, tough enough to use as a weapon)
He had no idea how to cook anything beyond "hold meat over fire until black," but that was fine. Fire + meat = good. Everything else was decoration.
"Store Supplies!"
The sacks vanished into blue sparkles. Luffy grinned like he'd just robbed a candy store.
Night fell. Lanterns glowed along the dirt paths. Partys Bar was brighter than usual—windows thrown open, smoke curling from the chimney, the smell of roasted boar and fresh bread rolling out like a warm hug.
Luffy kicked the door open. "I SMELL MEAT!!"
Inside: chaos in the best way.
Tables pushed together into one long banquet slab. Piles of sizzling pork, grilled fish, loaves the size of his head, barrels of ale (Mayor Woop Slap was already three cups in and singing off-key sea shanties). Dadan sat at the head like a grumpy queen, arms crossed, cigarette dangling, pretending she wasn't tearing up. Her bandits were arm-wrestling villagers. Makino moved like a whirlwind behind the bar, sleeves rolled up, cheeks flushed from heat and… other memories.
"Luffy!" she called, voice cracking just a little. She set down a massive platter of ribs right in front of his usual stool.
He dove in face-first.
The feast was legendary. Luffy ate like a black hole with teeth—whole pigs vanished, bones licked to porcelain shine, barrels drained until foam ran down his chin. He laughed with his mouth full, sprayed crumbs telling exaggerated stories about "the time I punched a bull so hard it apologized," arm-wrestled Dadan (she let him win, then smacked him anyway), got headpats from the mayor, and—quietly, when no one was looking—stole glances at Makino's hips swaying as she carried trays.
Hours blurred. Villagers trickled out, hugging him, wishing him luck, pressing small gifts into his hands (a scarf from one grandma, a lucky seashell from a kid). Dadan lingered longest—gave him a rough noogie, muttered "Don't die, you little shit," then stomped off with her crew before anyone saw her eyes wet.
Finally, the bar was quiet. Lanterns dimmed. Only the crackle of dying embers and the clink of Makino stacking plates.
Luffy lay sprawled on the floor like a beached whale, belly distended, straw hat tipped over his eyes. "Soooooooo full… best night ever…"
Makino smiled softly, wiping down the last table. Her sundress clung in places from the heat of the kitchen, hair messy, lips still faintly swollen from earlier. She glanced at him—sprawled, happy, leaving tomorrow—and felt that same traitorous ache bloom low again.
DING!
The chime was softer this time, almost intimate.
[New Quest: Farewell Indulgence]
[Objective: Have sex with Makino three (3) more times before dawn.]
[Reward: Basic Armament Haki (Level 1 – Coating unlocked. Your fists & body can now harden like steel. Future upgrades available.)]
[No penalty for partial completion. Full completion strongly recommended.]
Luffy cracked one eye open under the hat brim. A slow, predatory grin spread across his face.
"Makinoooo…"
She froze mid-wipe, cloth dripping onto the floor.
He pushed himself up on one elbow, eyes glinting in the low light like a wolf that just smelled fresh kill.
"Wanna have some more 'farewell sex' before I go?"
Makino's breath hitched. The rag slipped from her fingers.
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