[Ding!
Detected deep, intimate interaction with plot character Makino!
Ultimate heart-fluttering critical hit triggered!
Congratulations to the host, dropped One of the 21 Great Grade Swords!]
Listening to the system prompt ringing in his mind, Ron couldn’t suppress the smile on his lips.
Just taking a measurement and he gets a Great Grade Sword.
This life, he wouldn’t trade it even for a Celestial Dragon.
With a thought, the famous sword named Yubashiri lay quietly in the system space.
He reluctantly released Makino’s soft, slender waist.
He turned his head to look at the person who had burst through the door.
Little Luffy was standing at the doorway, panting for breath.
A red mark from a crab pinch was still on his forehead, and his face was full of defiance.
“Big Brother Ron!
I want to become stronger!
I don’t want to be bullied by crabs anymore!
I am the man who will become the Pirate King!” Luffy shouted loudly, waving his thin little fists.
Makino took the opportunity to turn around quickly, hurriedly tidying her clothes in a fluster.
Her blushing cheeks were rosy and bright, very eye-catching.
Ron sighed helplessly.
The wonderful moment of taking advantage was interrupted by this idiot.
“So you want to get stronger, huh?” Ron’s eyes rolled, and a devious plan popped into his mind.
The tactics from his college military training in his previous life were simply perfect for dealing with Luffy.
The next morning.
The dazzling sun hung high in the sky, emitting astonishing heat.
The beach along the coast was scorched, emitting intense heat.
“Chest out!
Stomach in!
Head up!
Heels together, toes apart at sixty degrees!”
Ron lay in the shadow of a huge coconut tree.
He wore sunglasses, drank iced coconut juice, and shouted loudly.
Ten meters away from him, under the scorching sun, Luffy was sweating profusely, maintaining a standard military stance.
His legs were trembling, and sweat kept streaming down his cheeks.
“Big Brother Ron…
can this really make me stronger?” Luffy shouted, looking aggrieved.
“Nonsense!
This is called tempering your willpower!
After standing in this military stance for an hour, run one hundred laps around the coastline!” Ron was spouting nonsense, bluffing with righteous indignation.
The contrast was extreme.
The little brother was training to death under the scorching sun, while the big brother lay comfortably in the shade.
Just then, a light sound of footsteps approached.
Uta ran over from the direction of the village.
By this time, she had changed into the first edition body-fitting short skirt that Ron had drawn up overnight and had the tailor rush to make.
This dress fit her budding figure perfectly.
Especially the length of the skirt, which stopped just right above the absolute territory.
It displayed those straight, well-proportioned, snow-white long legs to the fullest.
Under the sunlight, those legs were dazzlingly white.
“Big Brother Ron, I’ve changed!
Do I look good?” Uta walked with light steps, skipping over to Ron.
Ron adjusted his sunglasses, not hiding his appreciative gaze.
“Very beautiful, it’s simply tailor-made for you.”
Hearing the praise, Uta felt very sweet and happy.
Ron naturally patted his own thigh, “Come, sit here.”
Uta didn’t hesitate at all and obediently turned around.
She settled her graceful body firmly onto Ron’s sturdy thigh.
An astonishingly soft sensation instantly spread throughout his body.
Ron picked up a wooden guitar from the side and wrapped his arms around Uta from behind.
His left hand reached across Uta’s front to teach her how to press the chords.
His right hand covered Uta’s right hand as she strummed.
Their bodies were pressed tightly together, their breathing almost synchronized.
Uta’s earlobes were bright red, and her heart was beating faster and faster, thumping away.
Meanwhile, in the distance, having just finished fifty laps, exhausted and lying on the ground panting heavily was Luffy.
He looked up and saw this incredibly warm and ambiguous scene.
He wiped the sweat off his face.
His straightforward brain didn’t think twice, and he blurted out.
“Wow!
Big Brother Ron and Sister-in-law match so well!”
This shout echoed across the empty coastline.
Uta felt her face burn up instantly, and steam was rising from the top of her head.
She let out a whimper.
She buried her head deeply into Ron’s broad chest, trying to hide from the awkward situation.
Her hands gripped Ron’s clothes tightly, refusing to lift her head again.
But Ron was very happy to hear it.
He laughed and grabbed a large piece of roasted meat from the picnic basket nearby.
“You know how to talk, kid; this is your reward!”
The roasted meat traced a parabola in the air and landed precisely in Luffy’s hands.
Luffy took a bite, moved to tears.
“Thank you, Big Brother!”
[Ding!
Interactive feedback with plot character Luffy generated!
Dropped Haki Emission Technique (Basic Ryou)!]
Ron let out a comfortable sigh; this is what life is all about.
By evening, everyone returned to the tavern.
A sound of high heels that made hearts race came from the back kitchen.
Everyone looked over involuntarily.
Makino walked out carrying a plate of freshly baked pastries.
At this moment, she was wearing the fully improved body-fitting dress designed by Ron.
It was a black and white slim-fit uniform.
The fabric tightly wrapped around her full, mature body.
Outlining her stunning, curvaceous figure without reservation.
Paired with the black stockings on her legs.
An extreme style, a mix of a mature big sister and a gentle maid, instantly captured all eyes on the scene.
The tavern was very quiet, with only the sound of people gasping.
Makino felt uncomfortable being stared at and walked to Ron with her head down.
Because of her nervousness, a strand of hair from her temple fell down.
Ron smiled slightly.
He raised his hand and gently tucked that strand of hair behind Makino’s ear.
During this process, Ron’s warm fingertips deliberately and slowly brushed across Makino’s snow-white, slender neck.
This sudden touch caused the beauty to tremble violently.
She looked up with watery eyes, looking at Ron with shyness.
Just as the hormones were about to explode, Bang!
The tavern door was kicked open violently for the second time that day.
Even the door frame was kicked to pieces.
A burly old man wearing a dog-head naval cap and a Marine coat of justice strode in.
He clenched his fists and let out a thunderous roar.
“Luffy!
Where are you, you little brat!
I heard you want to become the Pirate King?!”
Outside the tavern, the sea breeze carried the chattering discussions of the villagers into the broken door frame.
The harbor of Foosha Village.
A giant dog-head warship flying the seagull flag was anchored there.
This thing was a rarity in the entire East Blue; many aunties and uncles were still holding vegetable baskets, pointing at the huge dog-head figurehead.
“Isn’t that Vice Admiral Garp’s ship!
This old man is skipping work again to come back and see his grandson…”
Inside the tavern.
Just after Garp finished roaring that “Pirate King” line, he slapped away the remaining wood chips of the door panel.
His old face was full of anger, his gaze sweeping across and locking onto Luffy, who was hiding by the bar.
Luffy was chewing on a meat bone, not even having time to swallow, and was so scared that he jumped three feet high.
“Grandpa!” Luffy let out a miserable wail and scrambled towards Ron.
His thin arms hugged Ron’s thigh tightly, his whole head buried beside Ron’s leg, refusing to lift it up no matter what.
“You little brat, you don’t learn anything good, but you learn from that scoundrel Shanks to become a pirate!
Today, I am going to throw you into the primeval forest of Mt.
Colubo to undergo hellish special training with those blind crocodiles!”