I was a delicate pink flower bud protected inside a garden, waiting to bloom.
Though I tried hard to fully open, the garden gates sealed off my beauty.
Without the nourishment of rain, and severely neglected, I was practically drying up.
Until that day, the winds howled fiercely, the weather turned incredibly gloomy, and naturally, a pattering rain began to fall from the sky.
At first, the raindrops were small, just falling slowly and steadily on their own.
But then!
The rain grew heavier and heavier, turning into a torrential downpour.
Amidst the fierce wind and rain, a bald-headed monk (his thick cock), seeking shelter and admiring the flower, violently smashed open the garden gates, breaking through the tight maidenhead and getting covered in fresh blood in the process.
The bald monk was a true lover of flowers, and he immediately noticed me in the barren, unplowed soil.
The rain pouring from the sky grew increasingly violent.
To ensure I received the deepest nourishment of the rain, the blood-soaked monk rolled up his sleeves and began forcefully plowing the untouched land.
Braving the heavy storm, the monk ruthlessly swung his hoe, thrusting deep into the soil over and over again.
The barren, dry flesh was slowly pried open and churned, successfully allowing the once-dry soil to become soaking wet and heavily lubricated by the torrential rain.
The storm raged violently, and deafening thunder even began booming in the sky, yet the bald monk relentlessly continued his brutal, rapid plowing.
As the bald monk violently hammered his tool deep into the muddy, soaking wet earth, loud, sloppy squelching sounds of slap-slap-slap echoed into the air.
The bald monk was desperately trying to excavate an even deeper, more fertile haven for the little red flower.
The hot rain ruthlessly showered the tender flower bud, eventually pooling into a massive, surging stream of boiling liquid that aggressively flooded right into the deepest, most sensitive roots beneath the flower stem.
It wasn’t until the raging storm finally subsided that the bald monk—having thoroughly plowed the garden’s depths countless times over—collapsed from pure exhaustion into the muddy flesh, forcefully vomiting thick loads of white spit deep inside.
The little red flower, fully pumped full of his hot water, finally lowered its proud head, expressing its deepest gratitude and praise to the bald monk who had worked so incredibly hard to plow its depths.
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After the storm passed, both his body and mind were completely satisfied.
Sinan felt an intense wave of pure euphoric pleasure shoot straight from his lower body directly into his brain.
As his brain basked in this incredible ecstasy, a massive surge of raw energy erupted from his mind and flooded his entire body.
As that powerful force spread through his veins, Sinan could physically feel his base stats receiving a permanent upgrade.
Instantly, Sinan comprehended yet another of his Devil Fruit’s hidden abilities.
“Fuck, isn’t this literally a dual cultivation sex ability?!
This is basically forcing me down the path of a completely degenerate sex fiend!” Feeling the energy permanently enhancing his body, a realization quickly flashed through his mind.
Sinan finally understood exactly what kind of completely ridiculous Devil Fruit he had eaten.
The Deva Path was Vibration; the Asura Path was Electric Shock; the Preta Path was Energy Absorption; the Human Path was Silicone Body and Invisibility; the Animal Path was Lubrication; and the Hell Path was Gear Shifting.
And the absolute core of this Devil Fruit’s power was the Outer Path: Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation.
This was an ability that permanently strengthened the user’s physical body whenever their sexual desires were heavily satisfied.
It was quite literally an ability that converted pure sexual lust and orgasms into raw physical power.
The principle behind the Outer Path was actually quite similar to the Sharingan from the neighboring ninja village.
The Sharingan required extreme emotional trauma to awaken and evolve.
However, while the Sharingan required intense pain and hatred to trigger, the Outer Path’s power was fueled entirely by pure sexual lust and ecstasy.
The powers of a Devil Fruit were heavily tied to abstract concepts.
Unlike his other abilities that could be activated at will, the Outer Path functioned passively.
If he hadn’t actually had sex with Nami just now, Sinan truly would never have discovered this ability.
Understanding the Outer Path ability, Sinan also finally realized why Nami had acted as if she were heavily dosed with aphrodisiacs.
This entire situation was entirely his fault.
Figuring all this out, Sinan’s breathing naturally grew heavier, and he looked down at the naked girl he was holding tightly in his arms.
Nami’s neck and forehead were currently covered in sweat, and her naked body was slick and sticky with their bodily fluids.
Having been thoroughly sexually satisfied, her previous lust-driven madness had entirely faded, and her eyes had regained their clear rationality.
The intense crimson flush covering her entire body had significantly faded, though her cheeks still bore the incredibly attractive rosy hue of post-orgasmic afterglow.
Their eyes met.
The girl, who had been aggressively begging for his cock just moments ago, shyly tried to look away.
But Sinan couldn’t resist leaning in and kissing her deeply on the lips again.
Aside from her initial shyness, the girl quickly kissed him back.
Their lips and tongues intertwined as they basked in the lingering afterglow of their climax, both seeking even more satisfaction.
The sweet, intoxicating taste of the girl’s juices made Sinan completely unable to stop.
He relentlessly sucked on her slippery, tender little tongue, hungrily demanding more.
Sensing Sinan’s intense passion, the girl eagerly responded in kind.
She could clearly feel Sinan’s deep affection for her.
Since she had been the one to aggressively initiate it, she was genuinely worried that Sinan might look down on her as a slut.
Fortunately for him, the young girl had no idea that her crazed state was entirely Sinan’s doing; otherwise, she would have absolutely squeezed him dry until he died of exhaustion as revenge.
Outside the cabin, the deep blue waves of the ocean gently rolled.
Inside the cabin, passionate, ecstatic moans of pleasure echoed endlessly, accompanied by the heavy, blood-pumping scent of raw sex.
Furthermore, the overwhelming, heavy stench of mixed bodily fluids and sex juices filled the air, painting a vivid, undeniable picture of unbridled sexual indulgence for anyone who happened to smell it.
On the floor bed inside the cabin, the boy and girl tightly embraced each other.
Their bodies were still intimately connected, thrusting deeply as if desperate to permanently fuse their bodies together, pouring all of their love and lust directly into each other.
Sinan hugged the girl tightly, hungrily draining the sweet, tangerine-flavored saliva from her mouth.
His kisses were so incredibly dominant and blazing hot that he only let her go when she felt like she was literally going to pass out from a lack of oxygen.
Pant!
Pant!
Both of them gasped heavily for air, staring deeply into each other’s eyes.
Looking at her breathtakingly beautiful face and the deep blush on her cheeks, Sinan gazed lovingly into her eyes and confessed softly, “Nami, I like you!
I really, really like you.” Hearing Sinan’s heartfelt confession, Nami bit her lower lip, blinked her large, misty brown eyes, and gave a soft, nasal “Mm” in agreement.
Women absolutely love sweet nothings and tender cuddling after sex.
They absolutely despise men who just roll over and fall asleep the second they finish blowing their load, which makes them feel like nothing more than a disposable masturbation toy.
Seeing the girl’s incredibly cute, bashful expression, Sinan couldn’t help but give her another deep peck on the lips.
“Let me get a really good look at you, okay?” Staring into her eyes, Sinan asked gently.
Hearing this, the girl just shyly turned her head away in embarrassment.
Taking that as permission, Sinan slowly loosened the arms tightly wrapping Nami, and Nami also lowered the delicate arms she had draped around his neck.
The girl’s breasts were snowy-white and bountiful, her waist incredibly slender, and the thick, smooth thighs still wrapped tightly around his waist were plump and luscious.
And this was all despite her prolonged malnutrition and the fact she hadn’t even fully physically matured yet.
Sinan couldn’t even begin to imagine just how devastatingly seductive she would become once she was properly fed and fully grown.
The raw power of the Outer Path surged through his veins, causing Sinan’s briefly resting cock to immediately harden back into an unyielding, rock-hard state.
Launching a fresh offensive, Sinan began another brutal, deep-plowing session inside Nami.
The ocean waves continuously crashed against the small boat, and the vessel rocked violently near the coastline, letting out loud, rhythmic creaking sounds.
The two continued to fuck passionately for a long time.
Fueled by the endless stamina of the Outer Path, Sinan fought harder and harder, completely dominating her until the grueling sex session finally ended with Nami desperately crying out and begging for mercy.
The storm of passion finally ceased.
The sky outside was completely bright, and the sun had already climbed to the position of around nine in the morning.
Meanwhile, a boy wearing a straw hat and another boy wearing a haramaki around his waist, carrying three swords, officially set sail from the docks of the Marine Branch 153 base.