On the messy, fluid-stained floor bed, the two lay intimately snuggled against each other.
Nami’s arms were wrapped tightly around Sinan’s waist, her head resting lazily against his shoulder like a completely exhausted, spoiled little kitten.
Sinan wrapped one arm around the girl’s shoulder, while his other hand gently stroked her slightly bulging lower belly.
Sniffing the sweet scent of tangerines mixed with ink from her hair, he said dotingly, “Do you still have any energy left?
You need to wash up, or you’re going to turn into a dirty little piglet.” Despite going through several intense rounds of sweaty sex, thanks to his Devil Fruit powers, Sinan’s body remained completely spotless.
Every drop of sweat and dirt had flawlessly slid right off his perfectly smooth skin.
Nami’s entire naked body, however, was incredibly sticky and covered in their dried fluids—though even in this state, Nami still smelled incredibly sweet.
Nami nuzzled into his neck, placing one hand flat against Sinan’s slightly muscular chest.
She complained with a pout, “Why are you completely clean, while I’m the only one covered in sticky mess?” “That’s not my fault, it’s just my Devil Fruit power.
There’s nothing I can do about it,” Sinan replied with a helpless chuckle.
“This is all your fault!” the young girl grumbled.
Being completely sticky with cum and sweat was genuinely highly uncomfortable.
Moreover, her stomach felt completely bloated and full.
She knew she had to quickly push all the stuff he pumped inside her out, or else accidentally getting pregnant would be a massive problem.
Placing a hand on Sinan’s shoulder for support, Nami pushed herself up and stood.
“Ugh…” She had felt fine while lying down, but the moment the initial numbness wore off and she tried to move, a sharp, aching pain immediately shot up from between her legs.
“What’s wrong?!” Hearing Nami’s muffled groan of pain, Sinan asked with deep concern.
Hearing his voice, Nami instantly remembered how this brute had relentlessly pounded into her with the brute strength of a wild bull, completely refusing to be gentle.
Extremely embarrassed and furious, Nami hammered her fist squarely onto Sinan’s head.
“This is completely your fault!” Nami yelled, her face flushing bright red with shame.
“Ouch!” Smacked so hard by Nami that his head throbbed, Sinan clutched his skull.
A massive bump visibly swelled up instantly.
It went without saying that his Silicone Body could passively immune a certain degree of blunt force trauma.
Furthermore, his energy absorption ability practically made Sinan entirely immune to all standard physical attacks.
Yet, Nami’s fists seemed to be naturally born fully coated in both Conqueror’s and Armament Haki.
Fueled by sheer anger, Nami’s iron fist completely bypassed Sinan’s Devil Fruit defenses and left a giant, throbbing lump right on his head.
In the original story, the fact that Nika-form Luffy would constantly get beaten black and blue by her punches perfectly illustrated just how utterly terrifying Nami truly was.
Having punched Sinan to vent her frustration, Nami began preparing her bathing tools.
Judging by this small boat—which Nami had likely stolen from god knows where—she had obviously been using it for a very long time.
It not only contained everyday toiletries and living essentials, but tucked under the bed was a full wooden bathtub and a small, hollowed-out wooden stool specifically designed for women to wash themselves.
She had just restocked the boat’s fresh water supply yesterday, so she wasn’t lacking water for a bath.
The temperature at night had been quite chilly, but right now it was mid-morning.
With the sun beating down, the weather was scorching hot, completely saving her the trouble of needing to boil the water first.
Inside the small bathtub, Nami sat bare-ass on the small stool, wiping her body with a wet towel while Sinan stood to the side, pouring fresh water over her.
Splash!
The water poured down from the top of Nami’s head, washing away all the sticky fluids, sweat, and soap suds coating her body.
Having finished washing her upper half, Nami began cleaning her lower half.
Gently stroking her slightly bulging lower abdomen, Nami suddenly asked, “Sinan…
what if I end up getting pregnant?” For many scumbag men, this question would instantly trigger a massive panic attack.
But Sinan wasn’t the kind of trash who would pull up his pants and deny responsibility after fucking a girl.
Seeing the faint trace of worry on Nami’s face, even though he didn’t quite understand why she was so anxious, Sinan still smiled and comforted her softly, “If you get pregnant, that would be absolutely wonderful.
Just the thought of having a child with you makes me so happy.
I might not be great at making money yet, but I promise I’ll work incredibly hard for us.” Receiving Sinan’s firm reassurance, a gentle smile finally surfaced on the corners of Nami’s mouth.
“Really?” As she spoke, Nami pressed her hand gently against her lower belly, while her other hand reached down to aggressively finger her own little garden to clean it out.
Squirt!
Squirt!
With a gentle press on her lower belly and her fingers prying open her swollen pussy lips, the massive loads of thick cum Sinan had ruthlessly pumped into Nami began to squirt and ooze right out of her hole.
Seeing the terrifyingly massive volume of cum pooling out of her, Nami’s fear of getting pregnant was completely justified.
Due to the Devil Fruit’s mutations, the sheer volume of Sinan’s semen was terrifyingly massive.
Actually, it could have been much simpler.
If Sinan directly applied his “Slip-Slip” ability to her, all the sticky fluids and dirt would flawlessly slide right off, and Nami would be perfectly clean in an instant.
However, Nami simply loved the refreshing feeling of water washing over her body, so she firmly rejected his offer.
After finishing her bath, Nami changed back into her signature striped shirt, immediately reverting back to the playful, cute little Cat Burglar.
Yet, Sinan could still easily spot a lingering trace of deep sorrow hidden between her brows.
In this entire world, the only thing that could make Nami feel this profound sense of anxiety and dread was that bastard, Arlong.
Earlier, while basking in the afterglow of their sex, Sinan had deliberately tried asking Nami about the tattoo on her arm.
Nami had easily brushed it off, feeding him a lie that she had it tattooed simply to intimidate other pirates.
As a transmigrator, Sinan obviously knew the horrific truth behind Nami’s tattoo, but he couldn’t just expose her secrets, otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to explain how he knew so many things himself.
Just thinking about the brutal atrocities Arlong had inflicted upon Nami made a raging fire of pure hatred burn in Sinan’s chest, but he forcibly suppressed it.
Seeing Nami in low spirits, Sinan decided to try and make her laugh.
Putting on an incredibly perverted, sleazy grin, Sinan asked her, “Nami, don’t you feel like you’ve gotten a little bit stronger?” Even though Sinan’s face was flawlessly handsome now, anyone sporting such a blatantly lecherous expression would inevitably disgust people.
Nami looked at him with pure disgust and snapped, “What the hell are you talking about, you idiot?!” “I mean, after we did that, I physically feel like my strength has grown significantly,” Sinan chuckled sleazily, even striking a bodybuilding pose to flex his nonexistent biceps.
It would have been fine if he hadn’t brought it up, but the moment he did, Nami immediately recalled how this bastard had aggressively pounded her until she felt like every bone in her body was going to shatter.
Nami’s fury instantly skyrocketed.
“You idiot!
Go to hell!” The furious Nami charged forward and ruthlessly hammered Sinan with a flurry of punches.
Several massive bumps instantly swelled up on Sinan’s head, and a cartoonish ring of stars literally circled his skull.
Bang!
Crash!
Thud!
Smash!
It could only be said that this energetic, vibrant young girl had an absolutely monstrous recovery rate.
Just moments ago, she had been limping from the agonizing pain of losing her virginity, yet now she was energetically beating Sinan to a pulp with flawless form.
To make the girl smile and happily act as her personal punching bag, Sinan paid quite a heavy physical price.
“Nami, please stop hitting me!
It actually really hurts!
Seriously, don’t you feel like your physical strength has increased?!” Sinan hugged his head and begged for mercy continuously.
Seeing his miserable state, Nami—having successfully vented all the negative emotions built up inside her—finally stopped and carefully assessed the changes in her own body.
Having been punched twice now, Sinan could clearly feel that Nami’s punches were noticeably heavier and packed more raw force than they did two days ago.
This confirmed one of Sinan’s theories: dual cultivation didn’t just boost his own power; it also permanently enhanced the female partner’s physical attributes, though the effect was significantly weaker for them.
“Huh!
My strength really does feel like it’s increased a bit!” Clenching her fists and throwing a few test punches in the air, Nami finally confirmed that her physical strength had received a permanent boost.
If her absolute maximum lifting limit before was 100 kilograms, she could now easily lift at least 150 kilograms.
Rubbing his bruised face and head, Sinan still chuckled slyly.
“How does it feel?!” Clenching her fists, Nami replied excitedly, “I really did get stronger?!
But how is that possible?
How could…” As she spoke, Nami’s face instantly flushed entirely red.
Actually gaining raw physical strength by engaging in such a shameful, dirty act…
it was truly way too obscene.
Blushing furiously, Nami looked at Sinan and asked, “What about you?
Did you get stronger too?” Sinan rubbed his head and face, smiling as he replied, “Yeah, I got stronger too.
And my boost was way more effective.
I feel like I can punch with around 1000 kilograms of force right now.” Hearing this, Nami furiously grabbed Sinan by the collar, yelling angrily, “What the hell?!
Why the hell did you get such a massive boost?!” Thinking about how much physical pain she had endured just to get a tiny little power-up, while this bastard had ruthlessly ravaged her and walked away with an exponentially larger reward…
how could Nami, a girl who only ever took advantage of others, possibly accept this unfair exchange?!
Thinking about it just made her angrier and angrier.
Just as Nami raised her fists to pummel Sinan again, he hastily begged for mercy, “Nami, please don’t hit me!
There’s a reason for this!
After all, this is my Devil Fruit power.
You were just passively affected by my ability, so it’s completely normal that your power boost wasn’t as massive as mine!” Even though she had permanently gotten stronger, the fact that she had to do that to achieve it made Nami curse out loud, “Pah!
What a completely perverted, disgusting power!” Seeing that he had successfully diverted the young girl’s attention and stopped her from dwelling on her tragic past, Sinan quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Speaking of the dual cultivation ability, although there was no such thing as “Primal Yin” in this world, the very first time taking a girl’s virginity definitely yielded the absolute best results.
They had gone at it several times last night, but the power boosts from the subsequent rounds were noticeably weaker.
However, Sinan figured that whether it was her first time or not probably wasn’t the most important factor; what truly mattered was how incredibly sexually excited and stimulated he was during the process.
After eating the fruit and having his body healed, Sinan’s base stats were merely those of an ordinary, healthy human.
Dual cultivating with Nami had simply elevated him to the level of a highly muscular, strong human—after all, a single punch from heavyweight champion Mike Tyson packed roughly 800 pounds of force.